On the Banks of the Canal

Walking along the canal banks,
listening to the birds as the sun sets.
It's rays make our skin glow
like a saint's halo.

Watching the water drift lazily along.
Seeing it calm and still.
Touch you, caress you, move in for the sweet
seductive kill.

Your lingering smell and your distinctive taste.
I love your...

Stay with me, long after the sun has set on the banks of the canal.

Here we can bask in each other's naked glory.
Here you can help me write our own erotic story.
For our senses only.