Brilliant Blue Lust

Brilliant blue above
A commanding sun promises its expected warmth.
Wind. Fierce and steady off the cold water
Pushing salty moisture ashore as wisps of thin clouds, or is it sunlit fog?
My skin shrinks from the chill.

We shelter, seeking the rewards of both;
In sight of the ocean, steps from the farthest reach of the waves,
Warm in the wind eddy formed by the break.

I face southward
Loud, constant roar of the surf fills my left ear
White noise, dark noise, such noise.
A playlist struggles to keep pace in my right.

Scattered others doing the same.

A lunatic braves the waves.

A man bustles around his camper
Unkempt hair and tattoos, too young to be among the old saltys that congregate here.
He walks with a cane, though with energy
He has no dog.
There's always a dog.

At a distance, a celebrating pack of women, not young, not mothers.
The bright sun behind them
They blend and separate as undulating sillouettes.
Two dance together, though I can't hear the music.
Twisting and twerking for show, they're drunk
Their motions signal that they are willing.
I desire one.

I visualize us naked, the beach deserted
Bodies shivering, nipples taught, my shaft reddened.
The cold wind is not a deterrent, but a challenge we must overcome.
With feral energy, we forcefully consume one other
Gritty sand
Ambient noise
Wordless growls of lust.

The wind shifts, dragging me back to the present.
I'm chilled as our eddy spins away.