Wet Temptation

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2008 Poetry





Wet Temptation



The sand beneath us

as our lips touch

with the taste of

salty brine.

The tide’s temptation

causing us to embrace

without a care.

As the gentle

summer breeze

caresses our bodies

soaked from the sea,

and our own

heated flow.

The way your wet clothing

clings to your form

is more than I can stand.

I must have you now!

Right here

by the water’s edge,

as we go forward

from here to eternity.




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nice piece evocative..