In the nights gentle quiet,
feel the whisper of breeze
the encompassing swirl
the warmth of its caress.
Inhale the ocean’s brine,
feel the sea’s divine touch,
languish in the rapture
of your own renewal.
Witness the shadow dance
of the native beauties,
hear the beckoning swish
of their alluring limbs,
succumb to the motion
of their natural rhythm.
On the sand all fall prey
to their erotic sway.
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