ENJOYING PEACH ON THE BEACH

Tempted by her now-dripping peach,
he enjoyed her upon the beach,
in her defences making breach.
Their ways of love school did not teach.
 
Hands for each other's butts did reach,
his lips clung to hers like a leech.
No sounds but flying seagull screech,
moans, breaths and effs that passed for speech.

Their bodies, knees, feet, legs, a hand
all left their imprint in the sand
when, post climax of union,
they got up, dusted down, moved on.