Unawatuna. The beaches of romance. The still waters offer lovers the cool embrace of a friend revisited and the warmth of a smile. Walking as the sun sets, a lone boat, footprints in the sand. Memories. The night. The awakening, of a newer sexuality of man and woman. Of the caramel liquid on his breath. The bed, the cockroach in the garden, the tree swaying in the breeze. Do not think of the scrambled eggs and coffee in the morning, just this moment now. The white wooden door closes and I look up from the book I read. You stand there. I watch you. Two individuals, nervous but it will feel so right.
Making love.
Making love like we have no tomorrow. Making love like the words we speak to one another, the plan, the trip, you and I. Making love like the love starved people we are. Making love and showing each other how good we can be together, at least, for one night.
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Bejn Jonathon Xander on Oct 4, 2009, 6:57 am
Love the last sentence. I know how it feels. Good job!