I am lying on my stomach,
on the warm tropic sand.
Revelling in the caress,
of my lovers hand,
as she applies the oil to me.
Sending shivers up my spine,
It is pure estacy.
I hear the sea,
as it pounds the shore.
The ceaseless crying,
of the sea birds.
As they search for food,
for ever more.
The coconut palms,
rustle in the breeze,
then god damn it, I sneeze.
I open my eyes,
I'm still in the same old place.
Nothing has changed,
except for the smile upon my face.
~Tango~
I smiled too Tango.... hearing the sounds of tropical paradise is dreamy and you have conveyed this well... I am ready to sail off to this island
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A nice carefree write...hear the ocean and the gulls-had to laugh, as I woke in the same place, with sand in my eyes.. You enjoyed Bliss....Cindy