Off Shore

Tonight is the night.
We’re walking on the beach; alone.
As we get to shore, you hair starts to tumble.
You are beautiful tonight.

This is but a dream,
I wish it could last for ever
and we could shame the night into daylight.

As I walk to you,
you lean toward me
and the soothing breeze kisses you.

Tonight, my sweet, you are mine.

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