Under moon upon the strand

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Onwards I waltz upon the strand,

Sweeping you onward upon the sand.

Our footprints left far behind,

With you foremost on my mind.

For every kiss I bestow,

My need for you does grow.

My fingers lead my hand,

Through your hair upon demand.

From thence it flows down your neck,

Feeling in sensous touches to bedeck.

Straying onwards searching pleasures,

Upon skin pleasurable measures.

To the rythem of the incoming sea,

Our caresses meted out that none can see,

Save the moon as upon us she does gaze,

Her rays upon your face does graze,

Sublimely illuminating your beautiful face,

Cannot help as each feature I do trace.

Lovingly I lose myself in your eyes portals,

A gateway to where we are immortals.

Into me, I pull you deep, deeper, till the deepest,

Till my pounding heart, you feel my tempest! 

Mouths vital kisses, fervently breathless eaten,

Tender touches, hungering to be given,

Strip away confining attire to expose,

Yearning heated flesh, to passionate repose.

As we sink, lost in each other,

Forgeting elements but not one another. 

Course sand scrapes and icy waters splash,

Hinders nore bothers our eager dash,

To meld with each other in coital bliss,

Rything, rhythmic whilst locked in deep kiss,

We sate our lustful yearning needs,

With carnal blissful fleshy deeds.

Yet in all this our eyes do not unlock,

As we slowly in reality take stock,

Our desires quenched under moons stare,

Our flesh cooled by nights air.

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