The cool breeze washes over me as if I were lying in the path of a cool tide.
I imagine I am lying on the hot sand on a summers day dreaming of you.
The waves lapping at my toes making me shudder now and then.
The waves, the breeze could almost be your touch bringing me to life.
© Ann Dempsey 2010
Senses by Ann Dempsey is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-No Derivative Works 2.0 UK: England & Wales License.
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