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| As I approach the ocean, the very same one you are near. I have this incredible feeling of being close to you, even thought we are miles apart. It is my only tangible link to you, no matter how remote. I let the water rush over my body and I imagine it is your touch. As the brine touches my lips, I taste it, I let it lie on my tongue. My eyes close and I find it very erotic. You are all around me tantalisingly touching every inch of my body. As each wave engulfs me, my excitement grows. Starting at my toes you gently caress me. Kissing your way up my calf. With every inch you creep I am one with you. Your soft kisses flood my senses. My thighs await your eagerly as you rush over my hips. I spread my leg to receive you, as you make love to me. Over my stomach, and rushing to my breasts. When you reach my nipples, I shudder with passion, taking all that you give me. Your kisses dance about my neck. To your final destination, my lips. And as you recede quickly over my body all of which tingles from your touch. I wait in anticipation for the next wave. I make this pilgrimage often. I ache for your touch. But for now I have the ocean, and its warm embrace. s.m.v. 05/1997 |
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