surf sounds fill my heart
as I lean on the balcony rail
breathing in the sea,
feeling your touch,
laughing at myself
for dreams and imaginings.
you are not here…
will not be here…
but still I dream.
your warmth on my back.
your erect length against me.
your arms around me.
your hands cupping my full breasts.
do you ever imagine me?
what those moments could be?
just being…..
together
under the moon?
the tide
pulling and pressing the shoreline.
the whispers of the night
like a warm cloak of together.
and us,
invisible but to one another.
the only music, ours.
