Please forgive me for publishing something with such few words. I wrote it as part of a love letter. My Mistress like it so much she has insisted that I send it to you as well.
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Across the long grass to the sea. Down the steep path, me in flip-flops ('thongs' actually coz we are in Australia). Across the shingle with its pieces of wood, bleached white and those little bits of indestructible blue cord that you find on every beach in the world.
Behind an outcrop of sandy coloured rock, our secret cove. No-one but us would take the trouble to clamber this far over the unfriendly rocks but the cove has lovely big flat stones worn smooth by the wind and weather.
We undress quickly and, hand in hand, run across the sand and dive into the surf. Side by side, swimming out. Then, as if you heard a signal, you swim on ahead. Powerful strokes, the Australian crawl. Treading water I watch the tireless rhythm, your hands scything the water ahead of you and your legs powering you forward.
Back on the shore line, this girl sits on a warm flat stone and lets the sun and wind dry her pale skin. For me, you are someone who belongs in the open air. Some people are definitely indoor people, in the open air they look vulnerable and insecure. But YOUR place is definitely under the open sky.
Heading back to shore now, the woman I love. You reach the shallows and stand up, sweeping your hair back from your forehead, wet skin reflecting the sunlight. I hardly dare breathe. Striding through the surf you scoop up water and wash away the fine sand that clings. In the few moments before you leave the water I marvel at how well you hold yourself. This is a scene from a thousand movies, but although this is all real, you carry yourself as if you were being filmed. Nearer now and a passing cloud of anxiety covers my sun. What if I lost you?
Your smile evaporates all such clouds. The bright teeth, sparkling icy-blue eyes with their oh-so-eloquent eyebrows and the lips, oh the lips... the lips play such a big part in my life. I drink in the toned body, the dark triangle... but too late... you are here and I giggle as you spray me with droplets of the sea. YOUR sea.
What happens next happens very quickly. We make love but one at a time. You on me, then me on you. Sometime I like this better coz we can both concentrate of our own feelings. We come easily and quite quickly. On our flat stone I watch the sun move behind wisps of cirrus. I can taste the sea on my lips, sweetened by your nectar. Tiny grains of sand in my mouth. Our skin has acquired that lovely matt surface that comes from the sun and the seawater. It's too early in the season for the sun to be too harmful but it is time for us to head home. My legs still wobbly, like a new-born foal.
