Walking on the sand of time. No shelter from bliss, no shelter From lust. The sand is grabbing and The colors are brighter, but they Are fading now. Sparkle and gone, gone within A flash. Bodies so well put together So close so sweet. Soft lust tugging at the Strands of the mind. In motion and in flash. Denied access to the Mouth. Dead memories resurrected From past fondness Into the complete mixed Denial of the brain. Not dead is those that Hide their emotions and Don't let them take Shape. The night falls from The light and grabs The sands of time In a everloving embrace Of darkness. The individual, the defeatable Sits pondering upon the Sands.
Reason for writing:
The beach, a tad messing with the mind, and a past fondness.
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