sand in odd places
Remember (walking in the sand).
(a poem inspired by the Shangri-La’s song of the same name)
Do you, you remember the days,
Days of sand, sun, sex and Shangri-La.
Do you remember the sand,
In places where sand should not get.
Do you remember the hot sun,
On our naked bodies as we lay on the sand,
Hand in hand, close.
Do you remember the steamy sex,
Making the earth move,
As other strangers,
Passed by unawares.
Do you remember the Shangri-la’s
Singing all about,
Walking in the sand as we orgasmed together.
I remembered that one-night stand,
The best of many, Mary!
I Remember,
Walking in the sand under holiday skies.
A holiday romance never ever to forget!
with a stranger many years past.
© rog leach 27/01/2024
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Memorable romance holiday for sure. Thanks for joining in!
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thanks
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A torrid summer, one that can keep you warm for many seasons. When that kind of connection happens the sparks light up the night sky.
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they sure do thanks
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Nice and warm memories, lovely poem!
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Cheers
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And that was one hell of a memory despite the sand being where it shouldn’t be
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Thanks
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Ok, Ok …. were you there … a voyeur on the beaches of St. Martin decades ago. Loved this poem more than words and my memories can convey.
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glad you enjoyed ST. Martin sounds like it was the same kind of holiday.
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