Writing: She had nothing to hide, her smile and soul whispered to her lifted sundress that masked her face as if she was genie. She assisted the winds uplifting of her dress and finished removing her dress. Her body wasn’t a swimsuit model style, but the kind of body men lusted for and desired to be alone with when the truth flashed behind their eyes. She turned her breasts to the slow waves and the hot sunset. Her own sweet-sweat and the ocean mist mixed on her nipples, tummy, and thighs and trickled between. Her soul wished that her lover was deep inside between her thighs. She wished she could make love to her lover on that beach when the moon reflected off the dark ocean. She wanted her lover’s dark muscles to squeeze every part of her bronze body as she sat on his risen nature. She imagined her body grinding her lover into the sand and leaving an imprint of their love. Her… her used to be lover, the lover gone away, she missed him as a seagull misses wind underneath their wings. She abstract from her memory his touch, as the sun and ocean touched her now, and her mind fondled her feelings as if he was there creating wetness in her every dimple and crevice. ©Your novelist and poet Alvin L.A. Horn working on another novel, Bad Before Good & Those In Between. But... now is the time to order, ONE SAFE PLACE
Posted on: Mon, 31 Mar 2014 18:56:18 +0000
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