Furnace
Ex-Bluelighter
I want to walk across a white beach on an island.
I climb into a hut on stilts and see you lying in a wooden bed with a thin sheet covering your naked body. The heat and humidity makes the sheet stick to your body, but not in that "icky sweaty" kind of stick. More like accentuating your body, and what lies underneath its covered regions. You're sleeping. All I want is you.
Feeling the wind come through the hut, all I want to feel is your warm naked body reach out for me like an animal set loose for the first time, but the day has tired me, so all I want now is rest.
I retire my libido for the day, and settle in for a night's rest with the crashing waves as our soundtrack.
I climb into a hut on stilts and see you lying in a wooden bed with a thin sheet covering your naked body. The heat and humidity makes the sheet stick to your body, but not in that "icky sweaty" kind of stick. More like accentuating your body, and what lies underneath its covered regions. You're sleeping. All I want is you.
Feeling the wind come through the hut, all I want to feel is your warm naked body reach out for me like an animal set loose for the first time, but the day has tired me, so all I want now is rest.
I retire my libido for the day, and settle in for a night's rest with the crashing waves as our soundtrack.
