Life, at Best

Life, at Best
By Scott L Vannatter
August 18, 2012

The lazy sun reflects hotly off your darkened lenses
You lower them and peer coquettishly over the rims

I stand; walk over to your blanket at poolside
My heart beats hard with each step I take

The golden surface of the water glistens and ripples
I pick up the oil and smile, a look that is accepted with eagerness

I move my slick hand in small circles on your back
Your skin ebbs and flows with the movements

The promise of tomorrow shines brightly in your eyes
The promise of tonight already given by your lips

My palm moves up to your shoulders; you cover it with yours
Grabbing my wrist, you pull me close; all others ignored

Our lips touch in a sweet caress, our fingers intertwine
Passion runs deep and our hearts beat as one

Your lover returns and I go back to my book.

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  • lostbythesea  On August 24, 2012 at 10:31 am

    So true.. and told like it is.. loved the end.. but then, not really. (Been on vacation with family.. will catch up as soon as my head and body does)

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  • Rev Dani Lynn  On August 20, 2012 at 11:09 pm

    LOL, that was good!

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    • kindredspirit23  On August 20, 2012 at 11:43 pm

      Thanks. I enjoyed writing it. It came from a sad place, but the experiences haven’t been really. If that makes sense, good. If it doesn’t, hey, let me know.

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  • Aspergers Girls  On August 19, 2012 at 1:02 am

    awe….a trick ending….great job! Very romantic. 🙂 Sam

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