The Ocean

Salty air has always been an aphrodisiac for me. I’ve walked along your succulent shores for as many days as I could count—waiting for you. Finally, You came. The setting sun casted a tangerine glow across your body. I sat close beside you and let your waves wash over my breasts. Each one brought with it the sensation of your touch, caressing my secret places. I trembled as you released me and retreated; taking with you any morsel of passion that might have possibly remained for another. Empty, I stood up, took off my skirt and wrung it angrily, as if to dismiss you; as if to abort your having been inside of me. The setting sun casted a tangerine glow across your body. I walked along your succulent shores and pretended that that day never happened.