The Night I made love to the Beach

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    The Night I made love to the Beach

    The Night I made love to the Beach

    Maybe I’ll take a walk on the beach
    Sand hills remind me of tanned thighs on a thick legged woman
    The thought of it goes deeper than speech

    The sky is gray from the black backdrop with the white moon shining out
    Completely alone so no one would hear if one chooses to shout
    That white moon against a black sky is a heavenly reversal of your dark eyes
    I’m drawn in so strongly that I cant turn away.
    Its like being hypnotized

    There is a tide flowing in and out
    A picture flashes in my mind of you and me
    And a constant rhythmic in and out
    Then I connect the picture with my desire and instantly I know what this night is about

    And now the moisture in the air is making my skin sweat
    While the flowing tide makes the sand wet
    That wetness moving back and fourth makes it get as hard as it can get

    To keep a steady footing is what I’m saying
    You see the sand sinks when the water pulls like a plush bed where to bodies are laying
    Damn I aint playing
    This is one sexy beach

    How far can I go
    The imagination knows
    As deep as my mind can reach
    I mean this is the perfect place to lay a woman
    To let my hunger treat a woman
    To heat and devouringly eat a woman
    To hunt and pleasingly slay a woman

    There is a slippery dip in my path
    I think I’ll go down
    The beach is soft and wet here
    I pause to indulge in a thought so provocatively clear
    Then I continue to go down

    The scent here is that of true womanhood
    I inhale to re-experience its familiarity
    I imagine making her feel so damn good
    Then once again I bask in her aroma to note of it with clarity
    Then I continue to go down

    There is something I enjoy deeply about going down
    I like penetrating her deeply
    After going down
    The connection between me and this earthly body is more that physical
    And the motion we make in the time we take is much more than pivotal

    For she is woman and can be mother of all and Id love to aid her in that task
    In a way that only a man can as yet for as long as I can last
    I move myself in rhythm with her
    Strong deep stroking her to remind her of what she be
    Till the end of this walk and our souls collide
    And her spirit connects with me

    Then as this apex declines I’m tired from walking fatigued and out of breath
    I lye on the breast of the beach and fall into a sleep akin to death
    But I truly awake as my alarm clock buzzed with my snooze button out of reach
    I stare at the ceiling and reminisce upon the night I made love to the beach.

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    shontel commented on The Night I made love to the Beach

    06-17-2009

    This is absolutely amazing. Well put together. You made me imagine this scene as if I were there. Good job.

    abzidion

    06/30/2009

    thank you for the comment. It is much appreciated. I have accomplished my intent with you.

    CdeM commented on The Night I made love to the Beach

    03-10-2009

    well portrayed...

    tweety commented on The Night I made love to the Beach

    03-01-2009

    that ws nice I really liked that poem it got to me.tweety

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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