The Last Shallows Of
Summer I remember the day when we were lovers Carefree, careless, enchanted with ourselves. Your fingers entwined in mine, we walked, talked Incessantly, stopping only to splash In the last clear shallows of our summer. As the tide ebbed and flowed across the sands Of our naive, innocent youthfulness, We sat in the dark and tentatively Kissed as the full moon shimmered golden Onto the rippling, glistening sea. Shyly you put my hand onto your breast And I felt your nipple rise to my touch As my just emerging manhood rose to yours. Embarrassed by unanticipated Desire, we quickly headed home, apart. In silence, hands not touching, pocketed. Space between us growing unwittingly. Reaching the light outside your summer house, You pecked my burning cheek, promised to write And rushed inside, out of my life forever.
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