Gentle hands soothing a beating heart in rhythm with the pounding surf kissing the shore.
What great love does exist when passion is so true?
A lover’s touch. A moonlit night.
When one loves so much, lust is just right.
From the feel of one’s damp skin pressing against another’s flesh,
a light is ignited, a flame has come to life.
Like an itch from poison ivy, ecstasy cannot be ignored.
From the beginning, with wet lips moving down a lover’s body, impatience, like time is inevitable.
Waiting for love. Waiting for lust. As two bodies become one.
Under the night sky, as the light from the moon reflects on the sea, his soul begins to penetrate me.
Sounds of lust whispered in my ear as the ocean water pierces the sand.
It sounds like distant music of a sultry band.
The warmth created awakens a lover’s high.
One by one, the minutes go by as together they climb to the top of their ride.
Like two birds flying into the sun, trembling legs leave a floating feeling.
Ecstatic self. Pleasured heart.
Under the moonlit night, lust was sought.
Down by the sea, they lay no longer caring what tomorrow may be.
© 2012 Elizabeth Counsman
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