toes in the sand

barely are there waves lapping on the beach
her toes slightly dug into the sand
the waves up to her ankles reach
she turns the page with her hand

her long legs stretch out from the mat
her book makes her drift away
while on her back she lays flat
made easy by the drinks on the tray

she daydreams of a the image of a man
slowly walking up the beach towards her
to distract her from the issues of her grand plan
her lips glistens from the dribbling liqour

the book drops quietly to the burning ground
as he kneels down beside her touching her thigh
he bends to kiss her but startles and looks around
the cabana boy serving drinks to satisfy

a quick look in his eyes as she fends off her hunger
nodding si for more libations to melt her frozen heart
she knows that she can run but is not getting younger
in this master plan of God's longing to relinquish the part

crying, sighing
moaning, groaning
growling, howling
alone atoning

she doesn't know what to do or where to go
so she lays back down with another drink
stretching her long legs digging shells with a toe
no problems for the moment so why bother think

she drifts back to her safe place
as he tosses back his long black hair
she stiffens a little as he looks into her face
and he slides his hand up her skin so fair

he places a hand behind her and lifts
she curls her toes in the sand
they intensify their long hot kiss
if only this were her original plan

she gives into to her long lonely desires
he slips off her coverup and swimsuit
her body glistens as she perspires
not noticing as her clothes permute

the bodies bake in the summer sun
as their tongues intertwine
her hat falls to the ground
as the chills run down her spine

she undresses her mystery soulmate
when he stands up straddling her form
inside the cabana, then he closes the shade
she heart pounds faster feeling rather warm

laying down beside his sweet pleasure
kissing her on her ear lobes and neck
running a finger along the sacred treasure
enticing the swelling button with soft flecks

she squirms as he slides down her wet shape
and spreads her wings at his hungry look
he tastes the sweetness as it runs down her scape
she moans and twitches and knocks over her book

upon getting his fill he pulls himself up
his fingers massage the swollen flesh
she flows like an overfilled cup
inserting a thick rough finger into a thresh

she screams with delight and joy
as he slides in his soldier at attention
arching her back as he begins to employ
they move together in absolute perfection

heat from their bodies could turn sand to glass
as they peak in the actions at the same time
they collapse together as time slow passes
smiling at each other as he starts to climb

the crash of a wave on her waist then
washes away the puddle she had made
as she wakes to find the tide had come in
while dreaming on her body that she played

forgotten are her troubles from afar
with a new one created in this distant land
wondering who saw her hand in the cookie jar
her toes curled up in the sand