White Sand

The moon shines down on white sand and water
Laying arm in arm, things are getting hotter
As waves roll up the beach
Feelings of passion flow through each
Lips meet, tongues explore
Bodies writhe along the shore
White sand crawls in every form
Under clothing bodies are warm
So few stars shine in the sky
People don't notice us, they walk right by
We make love on white sand
Ecstasy fills both woman and man

Phil Oslund September 1985