Yearning on the beach, when I was Sixteen

Salt-flecked skin, bronzed and quivering.

Slenderly fastened swimwear, straining

Mid sea jump. Seductive water highlighting

Achingly beautiful contours.

Breasts rising- falling on the offbeat.

So defined in the twilight.

Sloe-eyed stares from beneath sun-bleached hair.

Glimpsing elegant, arcing, casual sunbather stretches.

As nothing to them, but so, so intense to me.

In the yearning burn of my gaze,

As I long to run in to those flexed arms and breathe

Drying, fragrant tresses.

 

© Tom Tide 2016

 

 

 

 

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