The Coast Is Clear

The coast is clear, let's sail away,
allow the world to turn,
So much to sea, so little time,
with very much to learn.

No one to tell, we won't be missed,
sand angels on the shore,
breath sea salt air in sea weed hair,
red sunsets on the shore.

Pull off wet suits under star light,
cold flesh, together steams,
soundtrack, the waves in rising foam,
to huddle close, to dream.

So, what you say, we runaway,
not think a second more,
outside this place I find with you,
behind our bedroom door.


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