Hot sun kisses
A daffodil waves
Recollections steal me
Rock hard shower
Yet another tune
Each breath sings
Aromatic skin dances
Resting in light
Lying next to
Ecstasies of friction
Merry washing bubbles
Unkempt bed hair
Delicious indiscretions blossom
I’m glowing brightly
Lovely cookie monster
The ratio of love to lust
Is the same as kisses to thrusts
Another story? What naughty mer-children you are! Well, so long as you are ready for sleep, I suppose there is a little time. Listen closely, for this is the tale of the Mermaid’s Lament…
Though it was only a short walk from the resort, it was far enough to seem like a tropical paradise. I had meandered for perhaps twenty minutes, far enough to escape the rest of the tour party huddled around the finest overpriced gewgaws I had ever seen. My mind had been flooded with misgivings and regrets for a long time, and I had hoped the trip would bring some kind of peace. At the very least, some distraction. Sadly the only ones forthcoming had been the drawling accents of fellow passengers and other buzzing pests. I just needed some time to myself.
This idea is all about spiritual love – specifically, what would happen if a couple of ghosts fell in love? What remains when the body is gone, and how could such love be consummated? How would they even date?