Brest

 

Brest

 

She basks in the thunder of the surf

The water cold in the gate

Rafting upwards in the crest

Narrow the moment in the breast

Her stomach flat now draws in a breath

 

She shivers as the wave’s recede

A cold breeze comes in off the sea

Her skin pimples with goose bumps

Her n*****s erect

In comes another wave to settle her wait

 

Can it be she cares not why?

Her nakedness does describe

A wanton need for sexual valor

The male requiem in its laughter

 

A shinning gesture of female luster

Sitting on a beach in drab

No clothing, no towel not even a blush

Was it her will to show her bust?

 

Bust notwithstanding the rest for to see

Men in their venture waiting to deceive

Reviews

[Judas Hammer]

LOL....very cool. Really like the images. I was on the beach watch from the side. Yes thinking of the perfect line to say, probably untrue...