Beach

by Sam   Apr 2, 2007


Late night walks
along the beach.
The noise is
the ruffeling of
waves splahing
up on the sand.
We walk for hours
not rushing or even
wondering where
we are or where
we'll end up.
Just having you
there with me
is more than enough.
We lay on the beach
all snuggled up.
Close to one another
and talk of thing
we wish or want to
happen.
This night has
turned out to be
one of the best.
At least it never
has to end.

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