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By Cyan Date: 2002 Mar 03 Comment on this Work [[2002.03.03.01.11.25365]] |
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We took a walk one afternoon, me and my love. He whispers sweet nothings into my ear as I read sonnnets from Shakespeare. We adore each other's presence. The day is almost ending as we go to Cape Cod. The sea is calm and the wind is fair. He takes his hand and brushes off the sand that has swept just beneath the hem of my summer dress. I tremble even at his slightest touch. Our eyes meet with a passion that only our souls alone can feel. The sand between our toes raises our desire to unbearable heights. He takes me to the ground with that manly force.....spreads me apart, after the caresses, touches, strokes, and tongues being tangled. He comes into me ever so swiftly, but gentle at the same time, not wanting to reach what he knows would end it all too quickly. We taste the salt air with every moan, with every gasp we make. Like the waves in the ocean my love goes.....up and down, up and down, wet, forceful, powerful, beautiful.......... And then, we reached Jupiter-being glad that the journey was long enough before we reached our destination. We laid upon the sand as the waters grazed our strands of hair. I admired the way the moon lit his chest. That is where I lay my face after the love making-in the spotlight. Where I will always be..... whenever, there is passion in the night. |