THE BEACH ESCAPADE SERIES PART 3
She Desperately Yearned for The First Point of His Poem to Start with The Sound of Her Soft Moans, Then End with Her Lips on His Lips
A Glimpse of Magic
She Desperately Yearned for The First Point of His Poem to Start with The Sound of Her Soft Moans, Then End with Her Lips on His Lips
The Only Thing That Could Compare to The Pulse Of The Ocean…
Was the Throbbing Pulse Of His God Given Weapon Tucked Neatly In His Pants,
He Had a Weakness for Her,
An Ache for Her Touch,
A Longing For Her Kiss Was Just Something He Couldn’t Resist.
The First Time Your Soul Whispered To Mine,
Mine Answered As Though It Already Knew Your Voice;
As Though It Had Always Known The Shape Of Your Name.
Till Love Gives In And Speaks In The Whisper Of Art Then She Could Never Stop Giving In The Fear And Realizing It Was Possible She Could Feel At Peace.
Even If Centuries Separated Us, I Would Still Feel You.
Somewhere Between the Sand and The Star Dust,
Through Every Collapse and Every Creation,
There Is A Pulse That Echoes of You and I.
He asked himself as he tried to jot down a few sentences because life had taught him that you talk to women in sentences and paragraphs and not lines.
The guilt was mostly because she had been so good to him and all he could think of was ripping clothes from her body.