Riding The Waves
The wind lifts my hair, As the land goes by, I lean into you, And watch the sky. Feet planted firm, The throb of the waves, As your lips taste mine, It's more I crave. Sea and wind, Between heaven and earth, The waiting, Has created such a thirst. Looking into your face, Your hands moving,like this. Hearts picks up the pace, Followed by your sweet kiss. The wind on deck is the only sound, As passions build like fire, Bodies tangle as we ease on down, Exploration there, beneath the stars. Written December 15th, 2001 © on Dec 15 2001 01:36 PM PST, Phyllis Thompson 18 • 0 • 16
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"The wind lifts my hair,..."