After the whole, I am on a hot beach ... all in the sand ... you feel like salt on your skin. So you want a little rain to fall ... yes it is not, no. Tired of everything, I still want to wait for the moment when the first drops of pure water will spill, the air will become softer, easier. And the sea ... the sea will become quiet ... despite the rain it is quiet ... warm ...

And so already 10 in the evening, you already understand that the rain does not shine ... and even more so to get home and at least a shower is taken. the question is not free ... and where to sleep? There are no acquaintances in the vicinity ... Well? maybe a car? on hardly ... in these places only local hineters (butterflies) can get into the car ... well, of course this is conditional. Well then ... sea ... night ... sea ... music ... sea ... dream ... loneliness ... lonely sea. It would seem that for this reason it can take forever ... A few minutes pass ... seconds ... moments ... and nothing more can be seen ... only a single flashlight. And even far away, but its light warms ... A shiver passes through the body ... from a hot summer day everything turns into a cold night. The moon shines its light more and more ... but you just have to close and open your eyes ... as soon as the moonlight that was a moment ago turns into darkness ... illuminating the ocean ... and not big waves ... and so minute by minute.

Wrapped up in your own clothes ... you fall asleep ... the sound of wind in your ears ... pleasant, as if caressing.

Already ready to enter the realm of dreams ... and dreams ... from the distant darkness ... laughter is heard. Opening your eyes you realize that this darkness is not so far and far away ... It’s so close and at the same time so far seen how friends part after a stormy day. But why? ... Do they have to go home? ... no ... is someone approaching? ... and passing by that lantern suddenly an ash-tree pattern ... two more steps closer ... and one can see physique ... A girl? ... on such a night ... is she getting closer and closer ... can you notice? ... is she alone? ... yes no ... this is my imagination. After a second, someone comes up ... yes it is she! ..

Even without seeing her ... she speaks ... is it with me? ... no? ... well, with who else? ... ... there is no one else here. Closer comes closer ... but the voice ... so familiar ... sweet ... gentle ... that is perfectly audible ... though the waves break on the shore with all their might. The shivering that just stopped a couple of minutes ago comes back ... awkwardness ... what to say? ... hello? ... "Hello" is heard in response ... this voice ... so I would listen to him ... like music...

Standing at close range ... and still not visible ... After exchanging some words about each other ... you feel that she is going to stay ... she wants it ... and I have no place to go in the other ... Silence ... where she is? you ask yourself ... haven't you gone? ... no ... I want this voice to hear it again in the moon ... coming out of the clouds gleams ... this delicate flower ... covered with dew in the night .. and a voice ... And this is not a dream ... is it true ... is a voice saying something to you ... and do you think this is paradise? ... is it an angel? ... can it not be? ... But this really ... and her breath is getting closer and closer ... Suddenly: touch! ... this is her ... her hand ... this is like a touch of a petal ... you are afraid to even move, so as not to damage this delicate flower .. .

Here, not finding words ... and indeed, why they ... All feelings are revealed ... rapprochement continues ... And now you feel the warmth of her body ... all feelings merge into one ... this is not love .. This is the best ... this is immortality ... This is what I always wanted ... and now ... it is in your hands ... At this moment I am ready to believe in anything: even in non-existent love. This moment ... if only he was forever.

Gradually, the hands ... and the befuddled mind ... turn on ... And endless caresses come ... (oh, damn it, I eat food like horror) slowly ... very slowly ... and you feel your hands every millimeter of her skin . This feeling of bliss ... this sea smoothness ... warm ... At the same time, a light breeze passes over her body, giving more and more power to sensations through the contrast of temperature ... this is the ocean. The bodies shrouded in a thin layer of sand and salt come into contact with each other. Passion begins to boil a little: burn ... like fire ... like the sun ...and this sphere of heat is expanding ... She is still in a half-dressed state ... she slowly removes ... a soaked undershirt ... from you ... from you ... while continuing to kiss each other (although it is not convenient to have a little but). This is a delicate touch ... with lips to her body: to her neck ... to her cheek ...

A slight sensation of salt on the lips ... which does not noticeably turn into sweet sugar: honey ... I want to try it again ... Kissing gently on the navel, is higher, and even higher it is given to you ... this angel is in your hands ... so fragile ... so tender: so hot. Feel every curve of her body. Hanging on the hands slowly lower it on the sand. You lie down next to ... you feel her heart, her breath along with yours: a little rattling ... Words are spoken ... ears ... thoughts ... that only whisper about one thing ... "Algunos quieren dinero, otros poder pero yo solo "quiero un rinconsito en tu corazon para poderte querer" cheeks touching ... you feel her face ... it's a bit cold ... a little hot ... without letting her go for a second you look at the sky ... Then quietly lie on top of you ... sit down ... moonlight illuminates her body ... her breasts ... her face ... her lips are close to yours ... and slowly trying to lengthen this moment ... at least for ages ... she kisses you ... This taste: dew ... no, it is even softer ... it is not forgotten ... you do not want to stop ... but you have to breathe ... you also have to take breath of air, oxygen ... and continue

Eternal kiss ... embracing at the same time ... slightly supporting her back ... you do not want to let her go for a second. Again you lay on your back and she starts kissing you ... almost exactly where you touched your body with your lips. Your fingers pierce her hair ... you stretch again to her lips ... but she turns away with a slight ... she also wants to feel your kiss running over her.

Do not forget freedom ... her body belongs to you ... and yours to her ... The flame of passion becomes hotter ... and the cold wind doesn’t help ... this is fire: the wind only excites him even more. Taking it in your arms and carrying it to the ocean ... the sea ... at least ... it cools.

But the night dew makes the sea warm ... and in this burst of freedom a whirlpool of passion and love is formed: which only tightens even stronger and stronger. And it reflects all your dreams ... desires ...

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In the morning, suddenly waking up from the noise of the waves ... you are looking for her ... but she is not ... but you want to believe ... that all this was true: this voice: these kisses ... this passion ... this flame. .. which will always burn in me.