Wonderlust.

As the waves crashed upon the shore
her breast heaved with desire
the sunset offered more
than the evening she'd conspired

the reds and yellows softly danced
along the ripples of the waves
nights last chance of romance
oh foolish heart behave

glistened skin and dark his hair
her steps she had to quicken
throwing caution to the wind
into the shadows she did beckon

she did not care for whys and hows
a finger placed to his lips
he felt the heat rise from her lust
the motion of her hips

the soft winds played upon them both
while bodies where entwined
and when she gasped a striking breath
he knew that it was time

she was a wantent woman
left lying on the sand
he was but a boy just passing
but he walked away a man