Lovingly she caresses the man beneath her, <br />Fingers gently dancing across his chest, <br />Swirls and twirls traced along his skin. <br />‘Neath the moonlight, plays this scene. <br />Morning comes and with it light, <br />So begins an angry fight. <br />Loving caresses turn to scrapes along his chest, <br />Fingers into fists of fury, <br />Like a man he takes his beating, <br />And so begins it all again, <br />The story of the sea and sand.<br /><br />Hanna Collins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/perpetual-emotions/
