Posted: November 29, 2014 in Poetry
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take me along with you,

let me feel the warm sand

as we feel the ocean’s mist

cleanse our naked bodies

with no stitch of cling

our fabric left aside

we sense the beauty

inherent without decorum.

I would want to feel the breeze

without embarrassment

only rather real texture,

skin alive and free,

eyes upon the world around

giving solace to our constant

need to redress our lives.

Feel the ocean breeze

imagine the taste of naked

elegance, au naturale salts.

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