An ocean swept by a strong tide,
The current glides upon the shore,
The softness of the water caress my legs,
Counting the shells...one...two...three...four.

The colors filling the sky,
While the sun slowly fades,
A fire lit along the shore,
Hearing a sound of escapades.

Walking along the shore,
Waves splashing along my feet,
Everyone leaves but one man,
Was it him, I was destined to meet?

The sky darkens,
With the moon replacing the sun,
Stars twinkling,
With my hair, from the breeze, being spun.

Standing at the shoreline,
Looking at the stars,
"Hello," I hear him mutter,
Sitting from afar.

I turn and smile,
Returning his 'hello,'
With a flirtatious wink,
He says, "Come, mellow."

I accepted his offer,
Sitting graciously beside him,
How could it be,
A stranger so beautifully glim.

The sound of his voice,
The soft touch of his hand,
Exchanging words,
Sitting on silken sheets on the sand.

Feeling my heart beat,
My anxiety race for this stranger,
How wonderful it felt,
Feeling no danger.

The night goes on,
"I should be going," I had said,
"No, please stay,"
Seeing a tear shed.

"I love the company,
It's been so long,"
"Please, stay,
I'll sing you a song."

He picked up his guitar,
As he began to strum,
His voice so angelic,
I was glad I had come.

Waking in his arms,
The stars still bright,
Watching him sleep,
Such a beautiful sight.

I softly kiss his lips,
Why had I wanted him so much?
A mystical feeling,
Or his loving touch?