Sunset before a comely beach, jazz in the air tonight.
They two of youth, strong is the seed who plays.
Unmistakable game of feel and care.
Midnight before a comely beach, jazz in the air tonight.
A quick glance here or there, a small note in the mind.
Upgrade to poetry, spoken word in its purest form.
Now she feels as was her own, hanging on every touch.
Intertwined at the hip, lust of the young fulfilled.
Sunrise before a comely beach, silence in the air today.
A look left, a look right, and naught but memories sit.
The man, as quick as he came, was gone into the wind.