Whitewashed pier in urgent rain
Lays me down upon the sand
Drenched and yielding and again
Gentle in the lover’s hand
Hands that reach from far away
Whispers from some distant dream
As the waves caress the bay
Passion on a tidal stream
Hungry as a fantasy
Dripping with intense desire
O that you could come to me
Touch the water with your fire
Breath that is not silent now
Calls in words you will not hear
Pleasure falling from her brow
Wet with salt spray, like a tear
Will you walk with her a while
Touch the damp and eager skin
Kiss beyond the dawning smile
Find the tender place within
She who is so far away
Lays you down upon the sand
Drenched and yielding and at play
Safe within the lover’s hand
(Jan 2004)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Absolutely stunning Poem! ! To be honest I was totally captivated by the first stanza, such beauty, grace, intimacy and sensuality condensed into just a few gorgeous lines. The remainder of the piece continued to build to the climax so intelligently conveyed, simply beautiful - You have a fan! 10 all day long. Neil.