A quick morning dip
Another entry from the diary of the Viking
To guard my memories from the ravages of time
The sun is rising in the east over the water. We had escaped for a few days of holiday in Mulege, a quaint fishing town on the sea of Cortez in Baja California. We had arrived last night tired and travel weary. The passion was there but not the energy and fire. Our feelings for each other are special but sometimes love is enough when the flesh is weary. Even so, you had kissed me and snuggled like it was the best loving you had ever had but I knew better. We had snuggled and slept well nonetheless. There is something special about trusting and loving your partner. We did sleep well, side by side.
You had slept soundly against my body. The gentle sound of your breathing reminded me of the steady even tempo of the sea. In and outβ¦like the very pulse of life. Even after I awoke, your steady even breathing brought me contentment. You started to stir. I was impatient. You knew I had something on my mind. You had sleepily agreed to slip on your sundress when I pressed.