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Take me to your cliffs of love,

and I will jump

into the swift breeze

that will carry me down

lift after lift.

I want to swim

in your ocean

breathing in the sweet aroma

of your kiss,

smelling  like freshly picked orchids,

giving off an aromatic sensual twist.

The smell of your body

is like a blossom that opens up

in my soul,

fold after wondrous fold.

Take me to the sands of your beach

so I can  fondle your flowers

just out of reach.

Your dusky sunset love

is felt afar, around and above.

Please show me the way to your little beach house,

not to tarry, but make haste.

In anticipation of your touch,

my heart nearly jumped out of my chest

and began to race.

I watch as you sway your body

walking barefoot through the sand,

with a beautiful presence

on beautiful land.

My urges well up inside.

I want to merge with you and hide.

Each step closer

to our destination,

you start disrobing a piece at a time

making a trailing line.

I follow, watching in awe,

not believing what I saw.

When we reached  the little beach house,

neither one

had a stitch on.

The only thing left to do

was to feed our hungry desires

and to freely bond.

The little beach house steamed from the heat.

What a wonderful dusky sunset treat.

We joined together

and floated off the cliffs

as one soul,

meeting our desire’s final goal.