So I was wondering about that time on the beach. If you remember we did take a walk on a beach some years back. A sunny white beach at the periphery of this world, where one sees empty scorching blue horizons at every end.
You had my palm in a strong grip and had a spring in your feet everytime I kissed your lightly perspiring skin. I'd rub your feet now and then, as the white sand was ever so hot and grainy from the warm and happy sun. Now and then you would ask me while I rub your feet, that is perched on my knee, 'Baby, if I look into the sun somehow for more than 10 seconds, would it devour my eyes?'
I answered, 'It need not devour you hun. We let ourselves be devoured in this sweat'. As gross as that might sound, it was not that bad of a heat really.
'I'd give you a D minus for such poor poetry,' you teased.
And now and then you would fall on the ground, bare back down, and pull me right down to roll into the warm water. You enjoyed teasing me as much as you loved how I treated you as a queen that needed lessons. Lessons in wrenching in orgasm.
The salt did its thing by coating your creamy skin. So much so I had no need to really calm those love wounds. You seemed to enjoy the sour sensation of the salt on those wounds, and the sun on your face. I think its because the light breeze made it easy to breath while I rubbed your back. You wore a sleevless shirt and just a purple panty. I wore shorts. That made it easy for me to let the precious powder fall through my palm onto your bare arms and thighs while you splashed against me. You loved it when I walked back onto the sand and watched you twirl in the shallow blue waters.
I'd just imagine what t'do with you that night, when the heavens turn dark and the ocean shines like a jewel in the moonlight. And you would shout and laugh at me to break my thoughts 'You bastard, you are wondering what you would do to me, arent you?'
While you mocked my assumption, you got up to tease the sun by sliding your hair out to the side and you looked at me from the corner of your face to let me know how well you would enshrine our lust later in the day. You walked over to me.