Beach Please

Do you like my surprise?  
He asks in his gorgeous voice  
I did  
But I hate PDA, sometimes...  

He got the drift  
Smart boy  
 
Put on that red dress I like  
And meet me outside in twenty,  
He texts  
Two days later  
And oh grab your passport  
He adds  
 
 
Full of surprises this one  
 
Three hours later  
A beachfront, champagne  
Silly giggles  
I like this surprise better  
 
Come to Daddy  
He commands  
That sexy voice again, sigh  
 
A light kiss on my lips  
Followed by many hungry ones  
On all the other parts  
I missed having you to myself  
He whispers  
 
Trouble...  
 
The kinda trouble I like  
The kind that left me breathless  
Gasping for air  
Legs shaking  
And a new love for beaches  
And golden sunsets...