BIG SUR
I will make love
with the Ocean
in front of your eyes
on the edge
of the fine line
with my mind open
and eyes closed
wet sand in my hair
the sense of sea fizz
and the sparkles
like a champagne
on my tingling skin
of cold water
or excitement
scent of salt
on my lips
or maybe yours
I will not tell you
one little secret
I keep in my mind
come to me
taste the sea salt
bitter chocolate
sweet strawberries
and my breath
on your face
might be hot
this time
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