A Nightlong Voyeur

She lay
on sands
like a mermaid sweet,
a creature
so full of grace.

It was
the moon above
so bright to reveal
every little inch
of her lovely nakedness.


Waves rolled fast
with all
salty lust
to kiss her everywhere
with a splash.

She lay
on sands,
long, reclined,
with moonshine
playing on her
curves with a flash.

The night-wind
whistled
in brisk locomotion,
full of horny cheers,
tossed her hair,
and tugged her boobs,
with kisses pretty long.

The wind
and the waves,
the sands
and the moon
embowered her
all around.
She lay there in love,
like a cute dove,
singing a sexy little song.


I was there,
not far,
in a capsized boat
only as a
nightlong voyeur,
vision-bound.