Erotica by the Sea

Take me back
where the sand
swirls between the toes.
(Just don't offer the wine)

Salty fingers gliding
in a cool zigzag pattern
and the rock sheltering
two lonely sea-gulls.

Shall we re-create choreography
that  has never
been yet notated
on the freshly washed
foot-print
by a foamy wave?