Analysis of Breeze at Sunset

Her blonde hair touched my face,
Yet she stood at arm’s pace.
For not her close stance,
But the breeze did dance
My Baby’s coiffure
To sudden allure.

The Sun has now left,
The beach is bereft,
Only our two souls
Among the vast rolls
Of waves so lovely
And sand so comely.

Feeling every strand
I reached with my hand
To follow her hair
To her face, I dare
To have her turn ‘round;
We fall to the ground.

The sand still so warm
Adopted our form;
Allowed us to sink
Below its white brink.
She then looked to see
How we were now free.

No one there to spy
On our love, so spry.
The breeze brought the mist
To cover our kiss.
Hands ever reaching,
Our lust ever breaching.