a beachside dinner for two on a full moon night
the seabreeze blow your hair in the pale light
you roses rustle, upon your lap
while the tablecloth moves with a gentle snap
the smile in your eyes, makes my heart pound
the only other noise, the waves as they pound
the shoreline.
with a quiet tinkle our glasses touch
as we drink a toast to life, love and such
holding my hand your pulse races
as our lips touch, your face, my finger traces
we fall to still, sun-warmed sand
as lust takes charge, issuing its demand
making love under the bright full moon
no climax in sight, none wanted so soon
gentle, sweet love of the finest kind
now is the focus of both our minds
finally, we fall, locked in our embrace
with our hearts slowly returning to their normal pace.
rolling towards me, you seem to flirt
asking me, ' why sir, are you ready for dessert? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem