Pleasure Cove

the moment arrived
as she sat on the pier
looked over the waters
it seemed very clear

the sail coming towards her
with brisk wind, behind
brought memories of love
lasting only in mind

the sky, once so stormy
now billowy, white
coming towards, quickly
was he, now in sight

he gestured with wave
and a smile she could see
the pounding she heard
was her heart, just for he

the sun began shining
it's rays touching skin
and the warmth that she felt
seemed to come from within

she remembered his touch
and the kisses he shared
and the way he caressed
when he showed how he cared

he docked at the pier
as she rose then, to greet
eyes exchanged words
until kisses, complete

he reached for her hand
then pulled body close
with rising sensations
and another kiss, dose

deep and arousing
they stood toe to toe
she on her tips
and he bending low

he gathered her up
to make her his own
bathing in sunset
watching doves that have flown

in the distance was heard
the sounds of the night
fog horns and seagulls
resounding in flight

reaching the cove
Pleasure it's name
they tide together
and crested the same

with firmness and softness
filling each void
and tenderly kissing
on paleness, each toyed

when covered with blanket
of dew, moisture wet
they danced to a tune
not soon to forget

M

8.21.99

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