I hear the surf that thunders to land on the beach who awaits to be pounded and cooled at last. I smell the scent of candles that rides on waves of music through your whispers of sweet surrender. I see the glistening shimmer of skin only visible in flickering glimpses of moonlight, parting at the will of a tropical breeze that blows a tender breath on trickling beads of salt and lust. And
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