I feel each grain
and think of you
the sand between our skin ...
abrasive
each movement ...
stimulating
sensual
laying spent, exhausted,
the tide dousing our bodies -
renewing us
lips salted and dry,
need to quench
both thirst and desire
we emerged from the waves
and made love
here ... unrestrained,
now, I await the next
high tide,
... wondering ...

. . .WOW Sue, what a delicious treat your sensual touch is! Ahhh, Im glad to see your loveliness in this contest, you never fail my need for elegance and aesthetic splendor, thank you sooooo much
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