He met her...

He met her
Walking in the darkness
Along the edge
Of the ocean

No words were spoken
As they touched
giving comfort
taking same

caresses shared
as the waves
beat their 14 second rhythm
upon the sand

Breasts touch,
his to hers
moist with the mists of evening
and electric
with anticipation

Lips press urgently
as hands search
almost familiar skin
for the sensory keys
to the pleasure centers
of the mind

Release me. . .
Let me go. . .
Words plead,
I would be better off
without you –
they say to each other, unconvincingly

for a time they are apart,
the nights
are cold and dark
then the needs are strong
and she brushes the sand
from him
and he tastes the salt
from her electric fur