Fabric sticks to the waves as they move their bodies through the air, massage the beach with their feet.
Yet another compositional piece.
A position of rest lost to some.
Suspended in a sense of Desire.
Stiffen up body position reluctant to move from pulling hand.
Words after the ring are louder than the sound that precedes them.
Hands and searching for that desired position.
Half hidden beneath the legs of your lover.
An unvarnished response is a refreshing breeze that passes over the face and threw my hair.
The desire rest on the lips afraid to consumed as its true essence may only exist at this moment.