I'd like to take you to a beach I know, where people go naked al fresco. Perfectly legal - won't get arrested for going round bare thighed and bare breasted. the place to 'be there, do that, get T-shirt' (NOT 'be there, do that, get yourself caught!) Let all your inhibitions fall away in the sun kissed atmosphere of the bay. as our skins enjoy the sun, sand and sea as in the days of Adam and Evie. See how the other couples relax as they get the sun on their fronts and backs, and how they immerse themselves in the sea like seals at the zoo au naturally.
On my own I have already been there; enjoyment of nature I want to share. So be encouraged when I show the way for you to follow me into the bay, into the arms of the oncoming tide wading in, getting ourselves acclimatised find how warm the welcoming water's cool becomes almost like that in swimming pool. Just be in the moment, no time to blush. It's a perfect break from modern day's rush and 'civilized' convention, oh-so-polite, that insists on wearing clothes day and night.
Solomon_Song
But if each day, each hour you feel
that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness
if each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me
ah my love, ah my own
in me all that fire is repeated
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten
my love feeds on your love, beloved and as long as you live
it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.
Pablo Neruda
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
Pablo Neruda
Tomorrow we will only give thema leaf of the tree of our love, a leafwhich will fall on the earthlike if it had been made by our lipslike a kiss which fallsfrom our invincible heightsto show the fire and the tendernessof a true love.
Pablo Neruda
Don't leave me, even for an hour, because
then the little drops of anguish will all run together
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking my lost heart.
Pablo Neruda
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hairSilent and starving, I prowl through the streetsBread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all dayI hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
Pablo Neruda
My words rained over you, stroking you
A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of you body
Until I even believe that you own the universe
I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains,
bluebells, dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses
I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry tres.
Pablo Neruda