Evening Tide

Salt air, salt kiss...
Deep eyes... Oceans abyss...
Sand on my hand.. now on your skin
stroke your passion
fill me with sin

curve of your spine
like doing a line
deep intoxication
these lips fornication...

now what follows
your back in the hollows
a world away
maybe someday

we shall find a star
sooner then far
we shall find bliss
till then its you I'll miss