Tongues

Tongues

Her skin was sunrise brown,
a fine down, sand blonde,
almost invisible across her arms.

I kissed down her stomach
to the blonde tangle. She sighed
and spread her legs languidly.

I could go down that path
to the morning beach,
across the shifting sand.

To the licking, lapping tongue
of the welcoming sea.
I could let the waters wash over me.