A deep lace curtain of mist
slowly lifting at last to reveal
bright green, freshly showered, rolling hills,
and a peep of swirling sea beyond
beckoning 'Come taste my salty spray
as I cover your pink skin
with my soft, wet, tender kiss.'

Pull on wellies. Snug in wax.
Make our way across damp meadows.
Tall grass sparkling. Wild flowers dappled.
Crunch on pebbles. Roar huge waves.
Sensational, seductive ocean. Mystical, melodic motion.
Awakening senses. Deep breaths. Enriching.
Face to face. Sheer magic. Bliss!