BIG SUR

I will make love

with the Ocean

in front of your eyes

on the edge

of the fine line

with my mind open

and eyes closed

 

wet sand in my hair

the sense of sea fizz

and the sparkles

like a champagne

on my tingling skin

of cold water

or excitement

 

scent of salt

on my lips

or maybe yours

I will not tell you

one little secret

I keep in my mind

come to me

 

taste the sea salt

bitter chocolate

sweet strawberries

and my breath

on your face

might be hot

this time

 

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