Tuesday, July 7, 2009
A beach night
Sands of pearls are under my feet,
Waves of crystals steal the heat.
Soft bosoms attract my lips,
Burned palms around the hips.
The Blue swimsuit covers the pinks
Of her body. Besides are the drinks
Waiting for fingers and tongues to taste
The tide is rising, no time to waste.
On the balcony of the hotel room,
We stood watching the perfect moon
Lights like her hair up in skies,
Showing hidden blues in her eyes.
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