poetry exists
in small perfect
moments
sun-warmed hair
sea breeze-tickled skin
toes planted in wet sand
gentle crash of surf
smell of beach plums
and salt
permeate the air
silver glow of moonlight
cool cotton sheets
embrace warm skin
head on bare shoulder
beat of your heart
rise and fall of your breathing
as we float in night’s gentle arms
© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved
this is very beautiful, full of sensuality 😊
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Thank you so much Monica Timbal- so many of our memories are sensory.
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