The seashore was erotic today.
The waves were gently and delightfully caressing the wet hills of sand. They barely left the surface as they rubbed themselves to the smooth curves and plains with joy. And the seashore softened, her form constantly changed, rose and fall, as the luscious, slow desire demanded.
Excitement and lust shimmered on the sea. He held back his tremendous powers to gently press against his beloved and to pet her with abundant patience. Only a few foam revealed his restrained passion.
He gently submerged into her, so that he could retreat enriched with her taste. He enabled this retreat, which was a partial separation, to sweeten even more their next union. So they would know that they are inseparable, but not one and the same. Their union is endless, constanly changing, unfanthomable, secret and intimate.
Indeed there are wonderful things where something ends, because there it touches something else.
This is love.
Sitting on a rock I marvel it.