The ocean did give credence an imagery
white sands and sifting steps in rhythm
our bodies intertwined smelling salts
the desire in our eyes, a moonlit serenade
She gave me quiet gasps as we would chuckle
our desires could lay us in the hot sands
those we were surrounded with in a quiet
the discretion of love-making so very near.
Oh to have that recall an earlier time
when lives were valued as a shell
spoke of the sea an imaginative tale
our lives barely beyond beholden teens.
Would that we might age forever still
then have dealt upon our heart remains.
apersonaljourney - stories of love 