The beach

by Antonysbabyqurl2009   Feb 9, 2007


The warm wind is blowing
sand between my toes
the salt water flowing
as the tide comes and goes
soaking up the sun
going to get a tan
having so much fun
here in the golden sand
cute muscular guys
surfing on the waves
he looked into my eyes
and started coming my way
we spent all week with each other
but then i had to leave
so that ends the story of my lover and me

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  • 17 years ago

    by Independence Forever

    Ah the beach, always nice, especially with another

    your servant:
    david