Futile Resistance

pop art; pinterest.com

Sands velvet to the touch soak up the midday heat, drawing passion and desire into intense intimacy.

Waves of the ocean kiss the beach as my fingers press deep into your shoulders, the conduit of electricity that pulses through my massage.

I feel you resisting, opposing the feelings that you know will lead to euphoric rapture.

Why do you pull away, struggling against your own heart, against your body that rises in ecstasy, longing for release?

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