Sand Dunes

Cruising out beyond the sand dunes,

They spent an endless evening wrapped in each other's arms.

Touching with the passion of two lovers who have never gone astray.

Neither in action or in heart, their love was pure with all intent.

Intent to care for and not forsake, to always have his hand by hers.

Even through this life time, if you can only fatham.

He has nothing else he needs to care for, but but he does because it turns her on.

He does it and it turns her on.

Onto a level you and I have never reached, among the top stretch of the hills beyond the

clouds on winter days.

Winter days are seldom here, their love burns bright each and every day,

Keeping them hot to the touch with the sizzle of their animated rapture.


If only an end wasn't inevitable.