We held hands as we walked
Her nails grazed the palm of my hand
I could feel the heat coming from her skin
There was nothing planned
Only sex and sin
as it held there in the salt air
a perfect morning by the sea
with her pussy beneath too many layers
and the beat of my heart threatening
my chest
her breasts
heaved
cool air about us
touching our intimacy
with cool gusts
tending the wet
All alone together in the sand
holding each hand in the other
behind a dune with our clothes
heaped
away from the surf
missing time in the swell
The sting of sweat in enamored eyes
a lingering kiss
tongues meet and hold at the tip
Her hair in waves like a halo about her head
Some moments
lost
in
time
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