Girl, the way you shake
Is sort of like a gift,
If we were playing in the sand
Through you my hands would sift
The sun plays its elongated gaze,
Down on your back,
My hands find ways
Sensuality, sunscreen is a solution for that…
In return,
I get what I yearn,
A caressing hand,
Worries, together we have bridges to burn.
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