Powdered Sands

The beaches do not always need the sands
That powder neatly in-between the toes;
A pebble beach can be okay, if hands
Are placed on their flat surfaces: suppose
You had me there, on all fours, ready to
Appreciate your length deep in my rear -
A place that's warmer than the sun so new,
Just after dawn; the pebble beach is clear
Of people walking or observing how
You pull my hair and, then, have me embed
Your cock deep in my bottom; if you plough
Me deeply, and insist I clean the head
And shaft of your thick sex, I'm bound to reach
For you, regardless of the type of beach.