Andrew Widdett
is a 37 year old Englishman that has found sanctuary in Santa Barbara,
CA. His real job is computers, but poetry is the inspiration and driving
force that underpins it all.
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Andrew Whiddett.
Sex on the
Beach
With dunes silhouetting our
presence
Playfully hiding, our decadent
motives
The wine mellowing our inhibitions
With heat radiating from
around and within
Our toes curled tightly into
the sand
We lie face-to-face; pore-to-pore
Skin smoothed silky with
cream
Cravings warmed by a midday
sun
The sun and drink inducing
boldness
I pull you yet even closer
to me
The contact full, with flagrant
disregard
As your breasts nestle softly
at my chest
My hands trace the contours
of your back
Seeking the arches of your
desire
You reciprocate, a quiver
of erogenous skin
As our mouths meet hard
with passion
I edge tenderly away, releasing
you
To drink the beauty before
me,
To seek liberation of your
scant clothing
To release to my eyes; every
curve before me
I trace my tongue under your
short breath
With tautness undulating
with me as I move
Leave faint trace lines
over your body
Lower, the teasing soft
tempo of a pendulum
Your hands, with sense of
desperation,
Forcefully reach for me,
seeking proof
A small gasp escapes, as
fingers pull me closer
Caressing to a soft echo
of my tongue
With near regretful force,
you lift my head,
Lips mash, breath both sweet
and heavy,
Laced with the heady alcohol
of sex
As our bodies open, the
embrace deep
Sum warmed air displaced,
by hot skin
As our union becomes complete,
Short movements staying
the need for release
As we savor the intimacy
and voyeurism
And finally with animal lust
sated
The waves of calm close
heavy on our limbs
As we lie, together, as
one island alone
Drinking the cocktail of
sun and sand
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