Beachcombers

I dream of walking in the dark with you, hand in hand, along the beach.  We stop as the tide rolls in, covering our feet in the oceans bliss. Moonlight shimmers off the water like prisms in the sunlight.  You hold me in your masculine embrace as the breezes send chills throughout our bodies. We enjoy the quiet solitude of the moment before walking on hand in hand on our journey.

 

FUNGIRL'S NOTE:

There is much more to this post than simply walking on the beach. It is a metaphor for something much deeper. Some of you send me messages asking that about my other posts so I wanted to make it clear in this instance.  This post, as in many of my posts, has a much deeper meaning.

fungirlmmm fungirlmmm
46-50, F
1 Response Mar 6, 2010

Hehe thanks Mister bator.