On the beach at New Moon's rising,
Fourteen waning from Full before,
Fourteen waxing from Full to be,
I sit between Salt Water and Sea Sand,
Waiting, Wondering, Watching for her.
Wear a skirt tonight,
the flowing one
that clings to your hips
and matches your eyes.
We're going out
to the street of lights.
I want to show you off,
so forget the bra.
But slip on a...
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