The ocean breeze is hot, salty, humid

and the sweat is trickling down my neck as I stare at you

beside the clam pit.

A golden wet sheen covers your neck, shoulders, exposed cleavage.

The golden sun has braised your skin

And when you just turned your head and caught me stealing images

You smiled that secret little mona lisa thing you do

Cause you knew...

Exactly...

How weak my knees are right now.