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 and, once inside, the door was
quickly and quietly closed.
© Louis Brothnias (2007)