
Quite comfortable with her legs stretched out in sand
It’s been a while, she thought, with a man
Beachy love and waving water
No thoughts now of son or daughter
Just nostalgic freedom of younger days
Sitting, watching undulating waves
Was this real, or climax of her dreams
Reluctant waking as sunlight streams.
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Monday Poetry Prompt: Climax, Leg, Quite








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