She had spent the day watching him.
It was one of those glorious moments in time,
an hour, a minute, a splash in the sea of life.
A day that lasts forever.
She remembers how his corn colored hair refused to behave,
and the glistening droplets of ocean dribbled down his body,
like the sparkling rhinestones on the tassels of her favorite dress.
He was Neptune’s son,
laughing at the power surrounding him,
riding his board with white foam ever threatening,
mocking its dangerous might.
Later, with a candle’s flame their fireplace,
and the gentle lapping of the nearby ripples their music,
her wrists pinned into the cool, enveloping sand,
he devoured her neck like a vampire’s apprentice,
and making her beg and moan and gasp,
brought her to the peak of the mountain,
holding her prisoner,
until he deigned she could leap from the precipice into erotic splendor.
She thinks of him often,
the first to show her who she was,
and is.
It was a 100 years ago, and it was yesterday.
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When you find that splendid moment in time, and your erotic nature is coveted and embraced in the surreal, you want it to last forever… And void of the stoical illusions, your wonderful vivid remembrance becomes timeless simply because “it was” — in that tiny spec of time… Just beautiful Maggie… ☀
Joseph, thank you.
Wonderfully written Maggie… Thank you for sharing 🙂
Thank you for reading. It was a magic time in my life, over too fast, and I never really understand what I had. I do now, and it remains precious to me.
Beautiful. I long for the day when I can remember fondly and not feel the ache so actuely. Thank you.
Thank you Sharron. Yes, it’s a lovely memory, and I still know him.