The light breeze and clear blue
sky masked a storm of desire. Electricity invisibly sparked colourlessly and
without a sound. The silent message was there to be read in their eyes, yet
nothing could be seen as it was a message that could only be understood in
their mind. The mind of one that existed between two physically unconnected
people.
On the
sandy beach busy with families and lovers, he lay down on his towel. The hairs
on his arm no more than skimmed the air between them, yet the lightest of
touches sent an unheard thunder crack of static electricity. The nature of it
was like the eye-transmitted message.
Silent,
but join me.
The
presence of anyone else on the beach vaporised into the ether and left them
spiritually alone with each other. Faint and very definite tingles worked their
way throughout her entire body and gently increased like a distant express
train inexorably approaching. Anticipation heated her skin more than the sun
could ever do, but was the internal heat that accompanies the expectation of
passion. The wetness on her lips glistened in the bright sun and, as she almost
imperceptibly moved, the electricity between them became almost unbearable.
They
stood up with a desire to touch each other, but the satisfaction of a simple
touch was denied by a child running between them and towards his mother.
Exquisite torture instantly replaced the anticipation, though it was enhanced
to extraordinary heights.
Somehow
they reached her room at the hotel then the door was quickly and quietly
closed.
Louis Brothnias 2007 (October)