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Saharan Breeze on Suffolk Shores

out of focus beach and sea at sunset with a couple seen in the distant background and magenta wild flower in the foreground
That special summer evening.
Whispering Saharan breeze
on Suffolk shores.
Warmth gently caressing,
sensually embracing.
Soft silken touch.

Tomorrow is Monday.
Today is paradise.
Let this last forever.
Shall we stay?
A B&B?

Reluctantly, we turn and leave
this strangely tropical coast tonight.
Bliss has to end.
As did our love.

That rare heated air will return,
and I will cherish its soft warmth.
But will intimate love?
A warm embrace, a soft caress.
Sharing a special summer evening.

Anon. 


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