The sight of her on the beach in the light of the setting sun
The sight of her walking toward me, with the light shimmering off her wet skin like diamonds
Feeling the touch of her lips as she kisses me deeply
Tasting her tongue as our tongues dance it’s magical dance
Smelling the beach on her body with the slight sent of perfume as I feel her against me.
About the Creator
Robert Kegel
I'm a rocker, a gamer, a romantic, a Dom, a hiker and l like camping. I'm a geek, who loves Sci-Fi/Fantasy, and technology. I'll try and write about a variety of topics ranging from relationship, tech and every day rants.
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