Natural light pans over the two of us through a celestial filter
So that our love can be viewed by all
On this sandy stage.
Washed upon the shore are inhibitions
That have no place in our documentary.
The prime voyeurs of our liaison
Have balcony seats in the clouds,
Watching attentively
As we roll through the moist quartz near the shore.
Feelings of unrestrained passion are so intense,
The grains underneath our flesh
Turn into diamonds reflecting the sky,
Creating a kaleidoscopic effect against our chests.
As we dance in the sand,
The minions of luminosity groove to the vibrations
Of our torsos in motion.
The vibrations of our quivering voices.
The vibrations of our beating hearts.
The vibrations of our squinting eyes.
The vibrations of our twitching toes.
The vibrations of our heavy breathing.
And then...
Eruption.
Exhausted from the metamorphosis of magma to lava,
We wrap up our cinematic debut on the beach,
But remain on the set
Paralyzed by the combination of the earth quaking below
And the intense body rush between our waists.
We lock eyes one last time
And hold hands underneath the moonlight,
Waiting for the waves of the ocean to take us to paradise.
It is a virtual utopia in which she resides.
And now I shall seek refuge further below the stars
As proof that our recreation was not devoid of love.
Onward to the Aquarian sanctuary.

If you [Log In] as a member you can discuss this work with others