Type of Spiritual Experience
True Yorkshire grit.....
A description of the experience
Sand [Frank says this is a sort of romantic poem with a daft ending]
By the beach, by the beach, soft summer sun
You and me, you and me, loving as one
Sea salt and lips salt, we taste on each kiss
Who’d have thought sea soft loving could be such as this
On fine powdery sand we make love until dawn
And we both lie together, your eyes closed, you yawn
And you stretch your brown arms to enclose my soft skin
And then once more make love and true love enters in
But your tears flow, as we make love up and then down
And I say ‘oh my darling, why the tears? Why the frown?’
Has my love not touched all your heart, each little cranny?
She says ‘yes but my sweet, I’ve got sand in my fanny