Spun Sugar And Caramel Cream

Playful bright pinks and soft pastel blues,
Tangerine sherbet on the horizon infuse
A palette of evening hues
Which your heart and soul embrace with delight,
The majestic display of the eventide light.

Watching a consumed sun cast its last dying rays
Igniting cloud wisps in an empyrean blaze,
A final act of the day,
That washes gold sunlight so warm on your skin
That you eagerly relish it like a covetous sin.

As you lie on soft sand dunes with rushes that sway
And tufts of wild grass that whisper all day,
Yet have nothing to say,
But you’re happy to listen to for hours on end
Like the catch-up coffee stories of a long absent friend.

And breathe in the perfume of the salty sea air
And the comforting essence of her wavy beach hair,
Sun-bleached so flaxen fair,
Yet still damp from the sea like summer driftwood
And the surf and sand fragrance so alluringly good.

Yet sweet like spun sugar and caramel cream
Flowing around shoulders of a delectable dream,
Tracing an enticing dress seam,
Then hugging the curve of a delicate breast
That rises and falls with the breath in her chest.

And you could try to resist the inevitable kiss
Of slow-growing lust and a sigh of sweet bliss.
You’re so nervous you almost miss,
But your hand finds the warmth of her soft-swelling bust
As your tongue tastes the salt on her lips like a dust,

And she smiles in a way that makes your heart soar
As it beats in your chest harder than ever before.
You’ve both wanted more.
So what better way to excitedly cast off your clothes,
Than with a breeze on your skin and warm sand in your toes.