I drag him,
hair twisted like rope around my hand.
The next swell tosses us ashore.
Bodies wreathed in foaming surf.
Solid male, oozing testosterone.
Sculpted abs sequined with droplets.
I lower my head, inhaling
scents of sea and secrets.
His eyelids flutter.
My fingers tighten in his hair.
Mouth-to-mouth now mandatory,
needed or not.
* This post inspired by Make Me Wet, my current WIP, and shared as a contribution to G-man’s Friday Flash 55. Drop by to see what others write or to join the fun yourself.