the breezing salty air,
melting the hearts,
trembling bodies of arts,
trying to make a pair,
hands and fingers are caressing,
the love waves of the sea is singing-
the melodies of your moaning.
moonlight is mounting on your body,
making shine of lovely fondling,
behind a silver screen of nature,
we stand, tug and hug each other,
as long as the night is on guard,
we are making love of fervour,
let the moon shed her shower,
we will be wet all over-
with the drizzles of our pleasure.