MY LOVE ON THE SANDS

I watched as my love proudly stood
upon the sands, sea wettened, nudd
as after his naturel swim
he emerged. muscles toned by gym.

He treats me to this naked sight
as, careless of others, upright,
he towels himself from the head,
on face, round neck, on shoulders led
in downward course towards his feet
where his drying would be complete.
His head hair after dry looks wild,
uncombed as on an urchin child.

He enjoys getting his bits aired,
his jewels shake, pubic'ly haired
before his towel reaches there.
So abandoned and free of care,
he gives a short burst of a song
as parts normally under thong
or boxers get two handed rub
with the towel (oh rub a dub)
as if to show at the same time
he's polishing his vocal chime.

I catch his eye with a lewd wink,
he ripostes, 'I KNOW what you think!'
All I can give is knowing blush
as I feel more than my cheeks flush.

Good naturedly he turns his back
as he resumes the downward track,
so I can ogle his backside
while he faces the coming tide.
He bends to towel off his feet,
like discus throwing Greek athlete.

When he's finished he turns to bow;
the way his pride now looks makes 'wow'
as he is looking bit less flaccid -
I know tonight won't be placid!