I've seen him around a few times

Strutting on the beach

In competition with the others

But for me, he stands out

Standing tall and slim with

Board shorts hanging on golden hips

Sunshine waterfall down caramel waves

Of smooth tender skin,

Almost boyish or feminine

Can he feel my gaze? or is the burning

Of his flesh due to the rays of the sun?

I don't mind studying him behind my

Tortoise shell shades

A lovely jawline with fine amber facial hair

Neatly trimmed to accent his fine lines

I think he must know I am admiring

Every muscle he moves, defining a fantasy

Sculpted fantasy walking sandy beach

He steps into the surf

Gold turns to white in blazing sunlight

Black and white he turns again

Living breathing silhouette against rushing water

Blood rushing in me

I study his body tirelessly

I am a stone along the shoreline

Invisible before his splendor

Nice write

Oh yeah! ...Perfect imagery!

I'll take two.