Heated grains of beach and sea salt
From lovers floating above the malt,
Wind-drift and adhere to their single cocoon.
Each footfall lifted by the tide of the moon.

Sweet kiss, a caress, the moment now turns.
The primal beast's bellow does awaken the worm,
A lustful lurch and a butterfly's grown –
One wing rising, the other wing prone.

A piece of that magical, mystical night,
Stamped in our brains with altered sight.
Where no rising sun can dampen the
Spark that sizzles and branches from heart to heart.

Into the shade we explore with feather touches.
Breathing the scents as the mating blood rushes,
Moist, full-lipped, irresistible bud.
Gently, playfully, we roll in the mud.

I enter that chamber, forbidden to man.
Swooning to the ecstasy only woman can fan.
Training that meat that pulses and yearns,
To wait for my queen to release, smile and turn.

Many kisses hence, when the clouds begin to shatter.
Cooling that oasis-love with melancholy matter we walk,
Down to earth, leaving footprints on the shore.
Talking of mundane, everyday life as the moon begins to roar.