the tide had retreated even further that morning
strolling along the waterline hand in hand
tiny footprints alongside his deep furrows
enjoying new freedom they were finally relaxed
all worry of being caught together now lost in the offshore breeze
she was a gazelle, a thing of such grace
his most beautiful little skinhead lover
her voice excited him yet more then
smiling china blue adoring eyes fired him to please her
stolen moments forever imprinted in his soul
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A beautiful scene that I can see in my minds eye - great write.
It was beautiful, she was beautiful.
Beautiful and well written poem! I too love the last line. It really brought it together. Awesome!
Thank you, youre very kind. I'm pleased you enjoyed it.
So awesome romantic. Just love it.
Youre very kind, thank you.
Beautiful view, romantic writing.
Thank you M and M youre very kind.
a beautiful poem of love,sounded like it was a secret love
Yes my friend, in our own town we were very noticeable well known people in the public eye.
SO beautiful like everyone said.... I;m sorry she is now a "was."
oooh long time gone but just as the piece says, i'll never forget
Soulful writing
Thank you Dan.
Beautiful romantic write.
Thank you Goldfinch.
absolutely delightful.. if you aint had one or two moments like this, then take it from me.. you just aint lived
perfectly personal but loaned out here for us all to enjoy..... Neville
I wrote this knowing that every re-reading would take me back to that time and how it felt. I never want to lose the ability to recapture then and the many others i have written for similar reasons.
Thanks for your kind comments my friend.
I thoroughly enjoyed it and agree entirely.. tis one of the reasons I tend to scribble away.... Neville
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