On a beach --
No, on a beach with white sand --
Wait, on a beach with white sand and the only sound the ocean --
Hey, on a beach with white sand and the only sound the ocean and a tall cold fruity drink in my hand --
Yes, on a beach with white sand and the only sound the ocean and a tall cold fruity drink in my hand as I lounge in the shade beneath palm trees and you walk toward me, smiling, the sun glistening on your wet skin as you rise out of the waves ...
In your arms.
Copyright 2015 by Stephen B. Bagley
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