EVE ON THE BEACH

(Not autobiographical)


We booked the hottest week in June
To have our second honeymoon.
Where, as a couple, by the sea,
We refreshed our intimacy…

She comes, a bikinied Eve on the beach,
Offering not an apple but her peach.
Her top comes off, her breasts like clustered grape,
Then off comes the bottom, and I go ape!

For we are now in the naturist zone,
But, like the first couple, we’re on our own.
Like Good Samaritan, I do likewise,
Taking down my trunks to expose my thighs.

In this beautiful, natural context,
It would not be hard to guess what came next.
It was there and then I knew Eve, my wife,
With an al fresco kick-start to married life……..

We ended up all tangled limbs and hair,
O, how the beach sand got everywhere!
We ran, my wife and I, both satisfied,
To rinse ourselves in the incoming tide.