Wrap your legs around me, throw your
body back into the effortless, lazy tides and feel how the breeze blows for
you, how the water chills your skin and my touch a-lines……..
You are naked before me now, then
again, you’ve always been, a spectacle a man as myself adores, always with a
sense of drama, always able to cajole a smile, lift you free of anything that
may dare to keep the true you from me, from nature, from all that belongs to us
at any given moment.
Now if this tide turns, I’ll turn
you along with it. If the water chills you more than any body should be
chilled, I’ll find a way to bring myself closer, an impossibility we both would
be astounded to witness. So hold on to nothing as I hold on to you, never let
go of your drift and buoyancy a-top of the surface as I stand on both feet,
waist deep, waiting for you to wake from your dream world, and come into the
one I am brewing of you……
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