Oh, crop!

By iShoot

Day dreaming

Sounds of white soaring gulls fill the ears of my memory,
golden sand, hot to our feet, cast our steps, together.
Deviled crab, barbecue, and iced tea caressed our tongues,
as the night breeze blew across the bay,
we made love in the sand, by the old boat house.

A rainbow of bikinis fill my eyes full of tan flesh,
I think of the parts of you that remain unstained.
pure and hidden from the sun but not from me.
As the night breeze blew across the bay,
we walked hand in hand in love forever.

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