Sex in the Grains

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I had sex on a beach once.
I got sand in places that don't see the sun,
And in the places that do, I have spots.
Maybe that explains the sores on my soul.
See,
Over exposure to brightness leads to
Debilitating
Emasculating
Take your heart out and beat it type of consequences.
The sex was good.
Waves greeted us at goodbyes, giving a metronomic rhythm.
Embraces commencing in the castles children built when I got these
Burns.
Sand still falls to my ankles from time to time.
Reminders of the time I spent there,
And over there too, on that shore,
Sharing and chatting about the things that don't
Matter when all the grains have fallen.
Things like my future or your past,
Or Where I parked the car,
If you or I have rubber to be sharin',
Or will you still love me when these blemishes,
These battle wounds cover me so much I resemble a leper.
Promise to conceal me before those tidal wave winds kiss me,
Deforming my sandy skinned cheeks.
Was it good for you?
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