Oh, how I have missed you and as my thoughts

of you erupt through my mind, I see your face

and the smile I love so much. It has been forever

since my hand has touched yours. A soft gentle

caress ushers in an ocean of emotions as your

tide has truly swept me off my feet; carried and

tumbled as if I am caught in your perpetual wave.

I am bound to your sea of love. I will be the salt

in your ocean flavoring your fire roasted lust as it

turns me roasting my soul till its tender. The thought

of our hands touching in this cornucopia of color

brings solace to my soul. You walk with an airy gait

through the crystals of weathered stone. Eroded by

millions of years of wind, rain, and turmoil, I feel the

wet sand mesh between my toes as the sun crests the

horizon as it ventures on into the night. The ocean

breeze blows my salt into your breath as I find the

courage to touch your face. I taste the small grain of

sand that was on your lip as we share weathered stone

together. Even though our lives have weathered life, hard

and fast, there is a serene peace in this place. Time seems

to stop with each crash of the wave. You blonde hair falls

across my face as I place my head in your lap. I love the

way you twirl my curls around your finger. We are immersed

within the nature of the sea. Weathered by storms and fed

with stones we have arrived within arms long awaited that

time seemed to forget. I see the beauty of your naked breasts

as your straps fall to the sand. In a lover’s waltz, we undo each

other as the sun tucks away the day. Your touch makes me reborn

with each minute and I feel my salt melting into your sugar.

The crescendo of the waves tumbling along the beach heightens

your arousal as I enter into the deep of your ocean. The soaked

heat from the day is released from the sand as our flesh melts

into the stone. We are once again with each other, formed from the

sea as the tide of love carries us away.

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