Summers’ balm warms, whispers follow…
fingers laced sway saunters pace,
as lovers venture along pale strands.
Upon tawny shores time is sifted,
each kiss gifted, spills onto sands.
Passion eager, pressing takes form,
warm are arms in which they curl.
While lone gull mirrors screams above,
bright comets trace past lunar pearl…
Inside each pulse, night swells with love.
Summer knows Love’s full flavor; it’s tangy
drawn potent from lips tasting of sea salt,
and lime in long bottles of amber sun.
Heady mingling of sensations tingle,
between Lovers sharing rare surf-side fun.
