Liberated Part 2 of 2

Part 2 of 2 ..............to naughties, 90s, 80s, rap and dance, circumnavigate the globe, my circumstance, improving, make my girl smile like that girl in the Louvre, n, spread her wings like that northern angel, our thoughts connected by cable, as we reach for the heavens, cutting 4s, 8s, 7s, with our burning spliffs, slowly bubbling beers, music mixing with my voice between her ears, her perfect symphony, conveying how much I love her simply, verbally holding hands, kissing, more, shedding inhibitions, flung on the floor, exposing parts that aren't sunburnt sore, Victoria's Secrets, Agent Provocateur, my old tartan boxers following, she starts to pole dance, nowhere to stick a dollar in, but appreciation's shown, increased tongue speed as I scribble this poem, where the sand meets sea, the ocean etch-a -sketching me, all past mistakes forgotten in the waves, her pert bottom convexes, concaves, in time with nature's surges, as hands cup her breasts, feel a resurgence, close to divine, always have three points of contact when you climb, don't think I can reach much higher than this, then a slow, soft, lingering kiss, warms me whilst chilling, beautiful heat followed by a breeze, a swarm in my mind, bumble bees, only my queen in focus, buzzing together in a summer shower of affection, a lotus flower erupting, our combined reflection, two bodies as one, me and my beach, me and my girl, almost in reach, can feel that hair curl, as my hands slowly glide to a Mike Jackson oldie, locks and locks flow by me, goldie, in colour, forming a halo in the sunshine, a feeling of liberation, knowing she's mine, and she's out there somewhere...