On the Beach

Imagine yourself closing your eyes.
Then imagine the rhythmic swooshing sound of waves rolling up the beach.
The small, little, grains of sand that move between your fingers.
Sounds of seagulls.
Your feet getting tickled by the incoming sweet waves
As you lay close to her.
You don’t have to look to see her bright, green, eyes.
The smile that makes you feel
You take a deep breath
And smell the fresh, salty air.
The cool air sweeps across your forehead
And gently combs your hair.
You and her
On the Beach.

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