Tickling the Ivories
Walking slowly on the lily-white beach
winding down from the pressures of work
a warm breeze teases my sun-kissed cheek
and I thank God I'm here for a week
Sunrays sprinkling sensuous massages upon me
weary blue eyes concealed by darkened shades
I hear the tickling of the ivory, playing a tropical bossa nova
my happy feet follow the sound to the secluded seaside cabana
straddling the antique upright baby grand piano stands
the most gorgeous woman I've had ever the pleasure setting my eyes upon
her skin, so soft and smooth, a deep deep olive tone
her hair, a rich thick hazel, flowing down to the nape of her neck
her eyes, oh her eyes, sparkling, radiating peace and harmony
that angelic voice, singing such a beautiful tune
I stood star struck, speechless and staring
she whispered to sing along
how did she know my favorite song?
We sang and we laughed and we sang some more
In a blink of an eye the night was through
She grabbed my hand and we ran out into the surf
Running and splashing, kicking and kissing
We got soaked
I held her close and wrapped her in my shirt
Serenading the moonlit night under a sky so vast
We woke together wishing our fantasy would forever last
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2015
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