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Making Love In Jamaica At The Iconic James Bond Beach

It is a sun splashed day; 
the air is silent with the sound of waves 
the ocean is moving to the rhythm of crying gulls. 

The fine white sand underneath our feet is warm.

The crashing waters from a small wind sculpted waterfall swims 
into the arms of its mother sea.

It is a private beach at a spot in the world 
where the Caribbean Sea and the Atlantic Ocean meld.

It is a wanting sensation of hot then cold, that teases the senses.

The beach is deserted it is only me and the love of my life.

 The golden rays of light from the bright morning star 
lives in the flow of her platinum blond hair. 

In her eyes I can see the bright clear ocean, 
with a piercing love glare that beckons me.
 Her red lips, her light drenched skin glows 
with the beauty of this perfect Jamaican day.

Without a thought I grab the back of her head, 
jerking my lover's whole body towards me 
locking her in the strength of my grasp 
inviting her to quench my desire.

I bite her lips before engaging in a deep passionate kiss 
remove her barely there bikini from her statuesque figure.

She embraces me as I lift her in my arms 
naked for all the Gods to observe.

 I set her down under the refreshing flow of the rushing waterfall. 

She attempts to pull at me, but I deny her,
hold back both her arms and use my mouth 
to suckle her, all the time absorbing the beating waters 
that kneads my flesh like so much dough.

Suddenly I set her free. 
She pounces 
like a lioness 
a lioness in heat 
famished 
for the taste of flesh.

The world dissappears
 I find myself willingly trapped in a void of marvel.

Nature's voice conducts 
an orchestra of emotions.

We writhe in the ecstasy of touch
 as a series of divine strokes
finger paints portraits of rapture. 

We dance slow to the precise notes 
of a symphony of love into the arms of serenity.

In one fluid movement our bodies become one.

There is no end to the flavors we consume.

Cooling waters flame our sins. 

We explode like a building imploding 
gracefully to the roar of a white sound.

Finally
we pass out 
naked,
locked in each others arms. 

When we awaken
we find ourselves lying on 
the fine white sand beach.

Tattooed 
in the telling shades 
of a Jamaican suntan.

02~11~2014
Sponsor: Justin Bordner
Contest Name: Make Love To Me 
In That Ancient Place
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