so sweet the beach

How fucking, fucking sweet
the memory of you inside -
really more your sounds, your tongue not wanting to stay in your mouth -
you pretty monster of mine, your giggles when you cum! -
I think
besides just being a fact of the earth
as any person,
any place,
anything -
to me,
in our moments,
you're made of all the nicest things

like the sand
pouring out of my sundried overalls.
the ones you said make my tits look good.
(correct.)

ah, I feel beautiful all the time
but you do it to me special.
in cool waves
and foam.

yes, the beach
takes the best, the beautiful out of everyone
puts it directly in their smiles, or maybe
gets it all over them,
 sunscreen shining on shoulders.
mixes that with the sweetest of days
you'll ever know,
every time you go.
I'm under the sun
a sleepy seagull
preening and cozy and
happily flummoxed by the wind
thinking nothing
but
what else could I possibly need.