Stars twinkling coyly in the inky skies
Reggae music pulsing as I close my eyes
Waves surge relentlessly against my feet
He croons ever so softly, we seek out a seat
Hard chair, soft hands, no fear, no plans
Salty air, sweet kiss, not a care - I got this
Temperatures rising, and it’s not from the sun
We go with the moment, I may come undone
What ifs and what fors, they all disappear
I receive freely, he gives without fear
The world melts away as we reach towards bliss
Hands clasp, eyes meet for that final sweet kiss
~~© CBG 2009
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