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Poem Collection - MythOfHappiness - 8. The Beach

I slip away sometime after midnight

No one notices, all too busy talking

And laughing, and drinking

And, judging by the smell coming from the balcony,

Smoking some locals “medicine”

 

I go down to the beach

And sit in the soft, white sand

And listen to the water

And breathe

The air tastes so strange here

 

I close my eyes

And begin to breathe with the waves

Meditating next to an ocean

Was always a personal dream of mine

And it was just as relaxing as I had imagined

 

I sit still and clear my head for some time

Before I hear someone come up

And plop down next to me in the sand

I open my eyes, mildly irritated

And am surprised to see a total stranger

 

“Hi.” He says

“Uh… hello.”

“I haven’t seen you here before, are you local?

“No. I’m just here for spring break.”

“Me too. My friends are at some party in a condo near here.”

 

“That’s probably my condo”

“Really? Why are you out here then?”

“I like the water”

He turns to look at the ocean

and the pale moonlight highlights his profile

 

“It is beautiful”

He says and then

gently lays his hand over mine

Suddenly my heart is thudding

And I feel a shiver up my spine

 

“So, what’s your name?” He asks

“It’s… Jay” I say

His hand moves up now, onto my thigh

“I’m Dustin. Nice to meet you.”

Where his fingers touch me there is fire and ice

 

His hand now inches up my thigh

Slow and steady

“Is this ok, Jay?”

I nod wordlessly

And he leans in slow

 

He kisses me

And this is my first kiss

Ever

And it feels so odd

And so good

 

And then again

A little a lower

And again

Kissing my neck now

Then my collarbone

 

I’m terrified

And my cock is throbbing

Almost painfully

And his hand goes under my shirt

And I feel it brush across my scar

 

And he gently lifts the shirt off me

Tossing it onto a nearby sand dune

And he keeps kissing

Lower and lower

Across my right nipple

 

And he pushes me back

So that I’m laying on the sand

And I feel him unbutton my jeans

And then there’s a flash of light

And I feel dizzy

 

And I blink and it’s morning

And somebody’s shining a flashlight in my face

“Hey, there you are!”

“What?”

“You left the party. You must have fallen asleep down here.”

 

I push myself to my feet

“Damn. I was having a pretty good dream too.”

“Yeah? Who about?” he asks

“Nobody” I say

And Dustin and I head back to the condo

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Poetry posted in this category are works of fiction. Names, places, characters, events, and incidents are created by the authors' imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual persons (living or dead), organizations, companies, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
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That's so hot...it's Dustin with the flashlight. I'm drawn to how this started; he didn't fall asleep but started meditating. It's as if his subconscious was showing him the way, or showing him 'the one,' if you will. 

 

Brilliant poem. Really good.  

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Oh, such a dream, such a vision, such is the stuff to make a tapestry of life from...exquisite, and a splendid ending, too.

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God, you got me there. And immediately splashed some cold water, that's another matter though. Indeed, a hot poem. Well written.

 

~Emi. 

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