Nineteen Eighty-Nine; we sipped upon fine wine, When all those other people disappeared, I watched you in the surf, along that long coastline, With smile forming ‘top my salted beard, Then you emerged, the Goddess of the Sun, That bowed behind your body well endowed, The time had come; your evening dip was done, And made to me intentions well avowed, By crackling fire, beneath full golden moon, Upon that quilt you laid your body down, I well recall your sight against that dune, And how the white of you outshone the brown, The love we made, the fine euphoric fade, ‘Tis mem’ry that is often now replayed. - Scott Alexander McKenzie
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Vivid and sensual ❤️🔥