Footprints, Footprints in the Sand
Casino structures north in the distance,
I can tell you have been here for instance.
Like a detective I notice your five shoe size,
Also that you stride is so alive!
Imagining you wear a black two-piece,
Ahh, and you’re looking real sweet!
The sands say you also wear Addidas;
Beach walkin’ yet you yearn to be needed.
As I lay here on my towel just chillin’,
I saw your footprint;
It was so thrilling.
Suddenly I felt I knew all about you.
Footprints, footprints in the sands;
Among the many,
Yours stand out so grand.
Footprints, footprints in the sand,
Please stride back this way;
Then I can have the chance to be your man.
Birds echo one another,
The sandy sea breeze;
Suddenly too much for me.
Life in the tides,
Knowing reminders of your visit.
Foamy white caps flowing in,
As together we would splash;
And out again, Uhh!
Footprints, bare footprints in the sand,
We stroll the shore hand-in-hand.
Yes I love!
Having not kicked-up sand in a while,
Footprints tell me I’m going to be your man;
I think to follow them dog hound style.
With the tide of ebb,
Water warm and easily carries me flowing;
Then in rhythm it is gone,
Erasing your traces without knowing.
I had left those cute footprints in the sand,
I had seen you walk by,
As usual I was too shy to say “hi”.
Now upon the boardwalk it is cooler,
Much lonelier as well.
As I see your name again,
Glancing down now from whence we came.
Some of your footprints even the tide cannot wash away,
I know they are the same ones,
Even though now it is hours later in the day.
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