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We live in a world where anything goes. Are there no limits anymore?
Sexual Adventure –Sunday Game?
Slender silhouettes summer rain
Blurring faces obscuring shame
Womanly forms upon damp sand
Lips caressing hands embracing
No sense of hurry
I stare
Sea breezes blowing
In private places
Revolted yet fascinated
By this modern love affair
I stare
My senses accosted
Avert gaze lest I should see
Skin on skin
Accepted now it seems
Whatever,
Wherever, who cares?
People pass by
Sandwiches devoured
Writhing bodies ignored
Children smothered in factor 50
Play protect from harmful nature
What will protecting their
Innocent eyes,
From the rays of
Blatant sexual adventure
They stare
And think it a game
To play on a
Sunday trip to the
Seaside waves
Am I the only one
To thinks it strange?
Making love on a family
Beach is still not an
Acceptable game
Or should I shrug
Pass on and say
Who Cares?
It’s a public space
Let them be.
Gemma Hill Writeyou Writeme 