"Summer loving - happened so fast."
The sun boobed and opened your erotic bras
a deep tang of sea brine in the air.
I thought you were taking the piss,
just a couple of beach bums dazzled by summer,
but you stripped right off in the bliss of forgetting
in a dream of spontaneous giving.
That youth-maddened, skin-gladdened day:
I held you by the waists
and felt the warm chase
of waterfalls inside you
from their sources in your toes
to the river tangled tresses
of your sand spattered
summer lathered hair.
Did we acrobat with lust in there?
You ground on me in fits
while the other sucked your tits
taking big palpable mouthfuls
as if it were her own emotions
she wanted to chew, screw, whatever.
I felt the freshness of you rise
as you bit her on the thighs
and your taut, supple skins
pressed so lithe against my limbs
my senses surfed a tidal wave,
the spume and toss of coming together.
Eyes, toes, hips, chins,
our senses stung by another's sins
kissing, licking, tossing, turning,
touching, stroking, crying, learning,
giving, giving, giving, giving
help stop you me
tension rising key by key
ho no don't you dare
quickly quickly nearly there
O! O! O! O!
O life! O the body's
immaculate conception of space
its miraculous reversal of void
to a solid, beating, tangible quidditas
to a rainbow you can hold...
We had been shot by lust.
Our wounds were raw.
Later we lay like anchors on the seabed
dropped from the vessel of our own emotions
our bodies faintly registering
the tumult up above. Our speechlessness
was symbolised by the buzzing of a fly
amplified in the sultry air of a tent
itself pegged out beneath a breathtaking sky
hung dry with the fragrance of a scented summer.