Warily, I took another step. The aged wooden boards of the boardwalk stooped under our weight. The effects of time, sea salt, and pressure had largely succeeded in defeating the boards’ sturdiness. As I stepped onto the sand, a bounty of thoughts came to me when I looked ahead. At last, I could see all around, the view free to be taken.

 A vast shore stood before us illuminated by the ghostly radiance of the white sand of the beach in the pallid moonlight. We strolled onward, the gentle texture of our hands joined together by our fingertips. With each footstep my feet sank deeply, and the sand filled the small crevices between my toes. The grainy feel of the sand surged in me a delightful sensation of being tickled. Momentarily grasping her hand tightly, feeling the give of hers to mine, I stopped. Hesitating momentarily then placing my left hand on her shoulder, I bent downward and removed my left shoe. Alternating positions I removed the other, a matte, black thick-heeled shoe.

 Shoes in hand, I righted myself upright and looked for a moment at her eyes. Without hesitation she met my stare, those eyes did not betray her feelings as she reached for my waist. My eyes drifted downward and fixated on her hand, drawing closer with each instant. Slowly my eyelashes met and the light of the world darkened to me, what, what indeed would it feel like to be held by her? Visions flooded my mind, the sensations primal in origin.

 Yet before she could make contact the spell broke for a moment, a moment that found me releasing my shoes and breaking into a run. Smiling with the whimsical heart of a pixie, I momentarily glanced back and saw her in hot pursuit. The chase, oh the chase, but it was never a dash, for escape was never my intention. The clinging fit of the indigo jeans , jeans of dark midnight blue fabric sparkling with rhinestones, made my strides less limber but I did not stop. Opening my mouth to the thick night air doused with the ocean mist did I gasp. Gasping for a breath, breath that nurtured my heart but more so the sense, the powerful joy of anticipation.

 Flaring my arms steadily did I soon feel my feet sinking slightly into what was now soft wet sand. Not content to stop I continued into the surf, splashing frantically, the foamy white of the water encompassing the length of my legs. The soothingly warm water held me, caressed my every inch of skin and transformed a run into a slow walk. A walk then became a standstill as I stopped entirely, entirely sensing the pounding of my temples and the powerful beat of my heart against my breast.

 Taking on the form of a magical skin, the crimson tank top clung to my frame as I turned. Turning with great deliberation, with unending haste, with eternal patience, with endless want did I see her approaching. The sapphire outline of her eyes dazzled my sight as she neared, the heaviness of her breathing coating my ears with a song. A pull, an ancient attraction brought us closer, the water shimmering with our every movement. Movements that brought our hands, hands made even softer by the water, together at last.

 I gasped as the distinct feel of her hips against mine sent daggers, sharp and sensual daggers through all of me. Razor tips that cut my skin leaving me bleeding uncontrollably with wanton desire. My hands enveloped her neck, the smooth skin yielding ever so slightly to the supple tips of my fingers. Sighing but not sighing, with the whisper of a playful hiss did I wrap one of my legs around her waist. With the grace of a lithe dancer did her hand find the small of my back, oval tips of nails brushing the skin beneath my shirt. Another hand, free, free to venture and discover would hold the back of my thigh against her, bringing us ever more near.

 Mesmerized by the intoxicatingly subtle scent of vanilla on her skin, with her elegant eyebrows, with how her raven-hued hair falls on her slender shoulders, and her full lips stained in a vivid shade of scarlet. A lifetime did I gaze into those hypnotic eyes, brimming over with rapture. Time stood still, a stillness of the night that made my eyes close, closed to light yet open to fire, blistering flames that blazed upon her lips and kissed mine. A kiss that ended my life yet gave me life anew, born and reborn in that kiss I rose as the phoenix. The union of two flames becoming one steady fire, emanating wave and wave of searing delight.

 That night, under the watchful eyes of Orion in a remote beach in Baja California we danced, danced a dance like no other, colored with grace and sensuality, but more than all else, with the passion of two spirits intertwined as one.

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(Thank you Feisty for all the kind words you said) 

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 Time does not exist. Physics can't prove its existence, we can't see, taste, hear, or touch it. Human beings can't comprehend it slowing down or speeding up. Things happen at their own pace.

 We can only experience existence in a linear fashion. Our minds move from one static universe to another in one direction. We can't process this experience in total. So, our consciousness orders this journey through individual 'nows' for us, and we comprehend this as the passage of time.

 Our minds apply an understandable frame to the progression of our consciousness. Time was created to keep from experiencing the universe all at once.

 We see the passing of time. We see motion. We accept this as proof. But really, we are just arrangements of matter. Clocks don't detect time, they only measure the movement of their own hands.
The usual notions of time and space break down with the big bang theory. We need a timeless description of the beginning of the universe. If time was useless in the beginning, shouldn't it be useless now?

 Supposedly, when one reaches the speed of light, time slows down. If we were to jump into a black hole, those observing us would see time stop completely, as if we were floating above the event horizon. But time would feel normal to us, and we would feel ourselves fall into it.

 Time is measured by our hearts, too. Mice have rapid heartbeats. These creatures die well before humans do. However, since their hearts beat so fast, they feel as if they have lived long lives, just as humans do when they die of old age. More proof that time exists only in our minds.

 St. Augustine said that only 'now' exists. Past and future exist in our present, and time is subjective.

That's my crazy rant for the evening.

(Guess I must stop with all this drinking.
Nothing else is up. Hah).

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Sweet Neocon Condi indica
la dimensione...politica di Prodi
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