QUICKSAND PASSION

'Quicksand passion';
I am sinking
into your arms,
bodies linking.....

As on that beach
where we first met,
we are naked
in day's sunset.
 
We are at one
in the wetness
that our bodies
spill, sweatiness.
 
Sands are running
in the hour glass;
the long held dream
now comes to pass.
 
For the moments
years are held back
as we tussle
wild in the sack.
 
As if midnight
we'd disappear
we're making up
as hour draws near.