Sand

Caution: 4X's - To be read only by those over the age of 70
accompanied by both parents...

They flew in, unendingly, to strike my face in a never ending stream, only to slide off helplessly into the sand all around me. Few fresh grains settled on my parched lips and replaced yet others that lost their futile perch and rolled off to be lost forever. Perhaps each has a story to tell. They stretched for as far as the eye could see, blotted only by the occasional dunes, that seemed to race to somewhere, every eon that I slit open my tired eyes. Perhaps like me, they too travel to meet a loved one, for when I next flicker open my eyes to the bright white light; they seem to have melted into the ocean of sand, only to arise again, later, elsewhere, in a seemingly celestial dance of love.

Come, tread softly, for my love is here, lost in these sands. I await here motionless, bereft of feelings, of heat or pain, just of love and peace, for I know that when I have almost reached the end of time, she will arise in the distance, out of the dancing sand, a beautiful wavy silhouette that walks out to towards me, her enchanting hips swaying ever so softly, with the gentlest heaves of her beautiful breasts beckoning me to wet my parched throat. I have unashamedly thirsted, forever, for the buds of her nipples, wanting to suck on them and let my lifeless form pass into her arms and be in peace. But I am always left behind to wait yet another eon till I see her again, till when I despair.

The soft measured chimes of her payal sail out to me with the wind, and I open my eyes to watch her tread the sand, yet again, softly in a dance, one feet ahead of the other, her wavy hands caressing the winds almost as gently as they lustfully embrace her body almost making my heart beat yet again for her.

Her foot stops, perched in mid air, yet again, glancing left, at some unseen, unspoken presence, the last chime dying a slow lingering death in the winds. I open my mouth and cry out silent words for her to come to me. Wait, here I am, I have been waiting for you, let me bury my face in your breasts, let me bury my face in your navel and kiss you, let the enticing smells of your womanhood breathe life into my lifeless form…

But, she has long forgotten. She has set her feet down gently turning towards the unseen, a smile of pleasure playing on her lips. A gentle tug and her robe slides of her breasts and over her bare form and falls at her feet in the sand. She stands stark - her naked body glistening in the sun, expectant, her dark tresses flying over her shoulders and caressing her firm curved breasts, the soft tuft of black in her crotch alluring and wet. She is flung on her back, her hands and legs hanging free off the ground, her body floating in mid air. Unseen hands part her legs and gently turn her towards me, letting me see as her pink petals part, contort and get caressed, in front of my eyes, as her soft sounds sails out to me. I watch her forced open and then closed as some unseen form enters her in rhythm.

I close my eyes yet again, waiting, pining, wanting, desiring …