Rapture
We watch Apollo paint the horizon and disappear into the water while walking
hand in hand on a remote, pristine beach. Civilization is a faint light in the
distance-just out of reach.
Strolling sky clad-our bodies are being caressed and invigorated by Neptune’s
cool sea breeze.
As the moon goddess illuminates the dusk and ascends to her throne in the
heavens-we are captivated by the moonlight in each other’s eyes and are
instantly drawn together like magnets.
Lost in a gaze, we become intertwined like beach wood and drop to our knees.
Time is of no concern-for we are in a realm of the gods- where years are like
days. Being fueled by the spirits of fire our yearning ignites into a blaze.
Overcome with passion-like ocean to beach-we experience wave after wave of
pleasure. Embraced by each other-we lie on the warm white silky sand-enjoying
the cosmos and thinking this is a gift from the gods that we will always treasure.
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