Distracted
The sound of the water lapping at the beach is pushed to the
back of conscious thought as I imagine how wonderful it
might be to kiss you fully, deeply, stealing your breath...short
pause to draw a deep breath...lips gently touch, tugging
your lip with my teeth...back in reality you're telling
me about the last time you were here...imagination kicks
in again and this time your arms are involuntarily squeezing
me tighter against your muscled body with barely restrained
desire as the cool ocean air contrasts my hot moist breath
on your neck behind your ear...oh, reality again. I missed
the first part of a question you just asked. So distracted
by 'other' thoughts of you my breathing has deepened...
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