Sea Breeze

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gertips, and I am lost.</p><p id="b80b">Her name is Maris and she is the most beautiful creature I have ever seen.</p><p id="10f1">We emerge from the close warmth of the bar into the cool night air. The salt breeze lifts the damp hair off my neck. Maris tips her head back and closes her eyes, taking in a deep breath of the fresh air. She slides her hand into mine, and my heart skips like a smooth flat stone across a still pond.</p><p id="7942">We walk together under the silvery moon, the ocean murmuring next to us, the sand soft beneath our feet. Her hand in mine radiates heat, keeping me warm despite the cold and damp.</p><p id="850c">The stars watch us as we reach the old pier and stop in the soft shadows beneath the rotting pilings. Maris’ eyes gleam as she steps toward me, and the heat of her body accelerates my pulse. Her hand on my face is like electricity.</p><p id="25ca">I reach for her, my hands fumbling and awkward in the darkness. Her body is soft and hard, curves and angles. Our lips meet and fire rushes through me, burning away all hesitation. I don’t care about anyt

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hing but this moment, and her.</p><p id="4352">“Selene,” she breathes, my name like honey on her lips. She touches my face, my neck, my shoulders, her hands smoothing over my skin like silk.</p><p id="cc49">Maris is the sea and I am the sand, her touch flowing over me like waves upon the shore. She is the wind in the trees, a hurricane pulling me out to drown. And I go willingly, desperately, begging for more.</p><p id="3c7f">I am a falling star, blazing against the night sky until I fall into the deep, sated and complete.</p><div id="95e9" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/my-short-fiction-on-medium-c6353e17a57a"> <div> <div> <h2>Poetic Prose</h2> <div><h3>My little fictional corner</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*eqZyjjieihtNoZPW4owC8w.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

Sea Breeze

Her lips on the edge of the tumbler are soft, forming themselves around the glass almost in the same way the whiskey takes the shape of its vessel. Her eyes are bright in the low light, catching mine and boldly holding my gaze, arresting my breath. I stand and stare at her like an idiot, words lost to me.

She puts her whiskey glass down, amber liquid swirling, reflecting in the dark wood tabletop. Her lips curve into a smile and she lifts a hand, crooking a finger at me. I go to her as if I am a puppet and she pulled my strings.

She buys me a cocktail, but I merely sip it, intoxicated by her laugh and her eyes. She touches the back of my hand, just a brush of her fingertips, and I am lost.

Her name is Maris and she is the most beautiful creature I have ever seen.

We emerge from the close warmth of the bar into the cool night air. The salt breeze lifts the damp hair off my neck. Maris tips her head back and closes her eyes, taking in a deep breath of the fresh air. She slides her hand into mine, and my heart skips like a smooth flat stone across a still pond.

We walk together under the silvery moon, the ocean murmuring next to us, the sand soft beneath our feet. Her hand in mine radiates heat, keeping me warm despite the cold and damp.

The stars watch us as we reach the old pier and stop in the soft shadows beneath the rotting pilings. Maris’ eyes gleam as she steps toward me, and the heat of her body accelerates my pulse. Her hand on my face is like electricity.

I reach for her, my hands fumbling and awkward in the darkness. Her body is soft and hard, curves and angles. Our lips meet and fire rushes through me, burning away all hesitation. I don’t care about anything but this moment, and her.

“Selene,” she breathes, my name like honey on her lips. She touches my face, my neck, my shoulders, her hands smoothing over my skin like silk.

Maris is the sea and I am the sand, her touch flowing over me like waves upon the shore. She is the wind in the trees, a hurricane pulling me out to drown. And I go willingly, desperately, begging for more.

I am a falling star, blazing against the night sky until I fall into the deep, sated and complete.