CUTE ILLUSTRATION AND PROFOUND POINT TO THE STORY.
I watched him stride down the boardwalk, sit down beside me. We people watched pale tourists turn pink in the sun. Light shown through his lips when they moved and his elegant hands lifted and dropped like majestic birds. In the long shadows of dusk his questions demand soft answers, sunsets slipping below the horizon or panties deftly trailed down shivering thighs. He is a sweet breeze over a tropical garden. He wants to be my lover but I said no. The seaside is enough for me, its salty wind lifting my chin.
art by Steve Hanks