Sandy Beach

SANDY BEACH

Long slow stroll along the shimmering white sand, cool breeze whispering as the sun goes down, enveloped by the soft horizon. Their footprints disappear in the wet sand with each ebb and flow of the tide. They find themselves in a secluded cove nothing but the sound of the waves pounding with every beat for their hearts.

Drops like the dew caress his golden skin. The shear wet fabric of her blouse barely covering her soft supple body. He gently glides her down to the wet sand brushing her hair from her face as he caresses her soft skin. Each mesmerized by the fire that burns with in warming, electrifying the passion, the need, the hunger their desire.


written January 5, 2009 unfinished
Dejaa Warner Parish