We walked the beach in the moonlight
Strolling hand in hand
Talking small talk, nothing of importance
The tide was coming in We started getting wet
Seaweed was washing up on shore
The kind with balls that pop
Our silliness started
to peak
I picked up the seaweed
Threw it at your face
You then started to retreat
Grabbing your shoulders
Pulling you down
Your eyes gave me clues,
That your emotions
could not rouse
You wanted to be kissed. . .
It is funny how some moments can so quickly change gears from being just passing time to suddenly making time with just the right look or touch. Wow! Excellant write.
Fee
Blending Southern Gothic mystery romance, fantasy, theater, dance, music, and flashes of humor, tells the story of a pair of lovers in two separate time periods who find themselves battling an evil fifty years apart.
Fee
THANKS FOR SHARING AND BLESSINGS. JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS