“Cla…. r….. a”
The waves of the water scaring away her consciousness severed the syllables into confetti, as she flapped her two hands to clutch the itsy-bitsy air that mocked the attempt aggression tossed at the sanity of the lips of the ocean made the smooth cracked, loaning it cringes. The torrent scaled the altitude of tolerance as the coziness began to moistened the blood crumbling through her vein. Could he stand there Indifferently?
The growling waves persisted in rage as he betrayed the scoffing fear. A splash in the ocean gulped his whole. His willing arm distorted the reluctant waves as a blind search donated a ray for the hunger.
Soon, he held the legs spun upside wise as he leaned his strength on the pull. He swung the unconscious draw around as her stiffened head clustered with his whitened right palm. Thus, he carried her, as the depth shrunk. At shallow, he threw his head above the waves as he caught his consciousness drifting away.
He dunked as many waves as he could, till the shore embraced him. He emerged with dispersing strength as he struck the connection between her back and the earth. He caressed her tits with his ear to ascertain if her breath tarried yet. The ear whispered to the brain that thumps at intervals thrived.
Next move was an amateur first aid. He’d promised himself to kiss her at approval. She wouldn’t want this if she was sane, but no point now, life first. Sundry seconds of contemplating jerked him to sucking unconsciousness from her lips.
He chopped the space between his head and hers till his lips felt hers. It was warm. Terribly warm. He was conscious not to take advantage. He let his lips trailed tracks on hers till he was sure he had a sniff, a sigh, then a cough that pushed a tumbler of salt water seasoned with saliva into his mocked mouth.
Didn’t see that coming. Honey stings.
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Ancestral Trail 