A love of the sandy coast
we can’t help ourselves,
but to dig in and tear into our clothes.
No one really noticed back when
we were all sunbathing last summer
free falling into each other’s open arms.
We were so weightless then
watching now seems impossible.
Scantily half dressed, almost naked
we could care less who’s watching
Skin showing, warm hands spread
evenly about the blanket.
Hands slip underneath to feel
the firm shifting sands of this earth.
My expectations are real.
I’d rather wait until we were alone.
She, on the other hand,
has this voyeuristic side
where love is so strong, it’s shared.
She turns into this sexual being
I equally want and need
it fuels the both of us.
Balanced now on the dune’s edge
careful not fall down the front.
She holds firmly to each fistful
careful to keep steady
to land the perfect kiss.
On the shores of Mexico,
while everyone back home freezes,
we’re certainly thinking of them
and sure we’ll be careful.
Not before we’ve had the chance
to finish what we started here
with the palms of our hands
the ease of the warm lotion
causes everything to work so much easier.
The pounding surfs keeps tempo,
down playing the thirst, unsatisfied
body types and weights
have no place here
everyone is beautiful today.
We spin and laugh together
comfortable in the nude
held afloat by buoyant fingers
adrift on a certain current.
Mouths hover making promises
skylit and still wanting more
we sink to the bottom
down here is when our other side
can’t help itself, but feed.
Giant sea creatures reach up and
before we know it
we’re chained to a sea bed
by these large sticky tentacles
that keep us safe and protected.
Sharing mouthfuls of virgin air
thank goodness we trust each other
going back and forth kissing
until morning.
