Which words would better portray,
This enchantedly stunning night of May,
Thought as we lay down flat,
On the cold and damp beach sand.
Freezing wind running to and fro,
Seawater striking us so slow,
Billions of stars twinkling above,
A night thus perfect for two lover souls.
I glanced into my lover’s eyes,
He as well was sensing the spice inside,
A spark already had spawned by then,
I have no notion on how and when.
His hands slowly crawled over me,
The emotion I had was more than glee,
Shyness crept over my eyes,
To accolade it there was a smile.
Out of the blue I felt a disrupting quake,
And a voice shouting, “Oh my! We are late!”
I got up to spot what was it about,
And found it was only my dream after all.
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