After last call,
We stroll along the
Moonlit beach,
The scent of whiskey
Lingers on our breath.
Moonbeams glisten
And dance on the water.
We stumble,
Falling onto soft damp
Blankets of sand.
A fiery urgency erupts.
Ravaging kindred spirits,
Touch, taste, feel.
It's a beautiful sight,
To create our own music,
Our naughty little samba.
Any inhibitions, a distant memory.
Lustful need, want, desire.
A magnificent euphony of love,
At least for one night.