every time I think of you I want to make love to you in the wet sand

every time I think of you I want to make love to you in the wet sand

between the serene of the clear night and the burning flame of dawn

I want to hug you, kissing you hot between the sheets

between the refreshing silk bedclothes on our naked skins

every time I think of you I want to kiss your body

like seconds to hours

like the months to the centuries


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