Dusted landscape of baked sand glistening in the fiery sun.
Splashes of heated ocean waters leaving soft kisses
on lathered browned skin.
Lying under the bluest sky with arms wide open,
enveloping the dizzying senses.
Pure bliss is easy breeziness breathing down exposed back.
Staring into a beachy wonderland, bodies synching
with rhythmic allegiance to tonal traits.
Sand castles succumb to brief rainy spells,
washing away stranded sea shells.
Swaying palm trees bow to the beat blasting ear drums,
evoking a freeing spirit that youth can’t buy.
Sandy plastic cups with stale liquor are a staple,
while the strong whiff of marijuana rides the wind.
The tangy strip bustles with the hustle of patrons
and the dance of waitstaff.
Nightlife is a technicolor dream filled with artsiness,
and balmy fever of tropical surrender.
You never wash off the salt from the expansive waters
that bathe you for a lifetime.
