For memory's sake
Aug. 25th, 2008 03:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
searingedrockBy the sea the girl sits with one hand on her stomach and the other on the chest of her lover.
Further down the beach the fishermen are drinking and ogling the young girls who bathe in the ocean in their bras and panties.
The lifeguards sit in their yellow shorts and red vests and scan the water, chatting with people who perch beneath their towers.
By the sea the girl arches so as to capture the sun in the valley between her breasts, meanwhile staring into patchwork of blue and white sky until her eyes tear with the effort.
In between the ebb and flow of water she raises herself onto the body of her lover, gripping with arms and legs and with eyes until he can bear no more and kisses her. And the waves continue, and the people continue.
Further down the beach the fishermen are drinking and ogling the young girls who bathe in the ocean in their bras and panties.
The lifeguards sit in their yellow shorts and red vests and scan the water, chatting with people who perch beneath their towers.
By the sea the girl arches so as to capture the sun in the valley between her breasts, meanwhile staring into patchwork of blue and white sky until her eyes tear with the effort.
In between the ebb and flow of water she raises herself onto the body of her lover, gripping with arms and legs and with eyes until he can bear no more and kisses her. And the waves continue, and the people continue.
