A lone eagle flies around in the distant skies
Silvery froths draw fascinating figures
Scattered oyster shells group and then regroup
Blowing breeze makes an unending whistle
Wayward crabs try to cling to some rocks
The mast of a vessel rises from the deep
Slowly moving to the shoreline so slow
We lay on our back in the sprawling sand
Gazing at the sky, and myriad pictures
That clouds form in the canvas of firmament
The whole world comes under heavenly dome
Now the blue turns a blanket
It falls on us, who lay on the sand
No, it is now nothing but a feathery bed
Passion is strong, pangs so blissful
Lips search for each other
Tongues so hungry to feel the throbs
Of each cells on the silky skin
I see your love, I feel your thrill
And I find your caress a divine one
I turn wild, full of fondness…
You are the queen of my craving soul!
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