Most 'Beaches' And I

I often wished someone had thoughts of me,
To stroll along the beach at sunset.
Then to strip and be naked.
Laying under darkening skies,
Until we are dried from being wet.
And not a word of having sex...
Seeped from whispered breath.

I often wished someone had thoughts of me,
Like that!
Instead of grabbing my crotch,
To then demand...
I give up the best that I've got!
Perhaps that is why,
Most 'beaches' and I...
Do not share respectful memories.

by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Comments (1)

love it....................10/10