stormy thoughts

The wind is blowing, rain falling. It would be so much nicer to be standing on the shore looking out at the storm, seeing the waves crashing, splashing and hearting them boom. Warmly dressed since it is nasty out, leaning against you, feeling your warmth even through the layers of clothes, hoping tomorrow will be sunny and the many layers will be stripped away so you can walk along the beach, holding hands, leaving the first footprints of the day on the sand, the shadows stretching long behind you, two figures touching. Retreating to the tent, to lie together entwined and listen to the surf and the sigh of the wind, to nestle and warm each other, to feel crinkled nipples, and wet lips, to stroke softly and enjoy the feeling of being with someone, comforting and being comforted, sharing. An isolated beach allowing you to crawl out into the sun and stretch out naked under it, to allow yourself to be free and uninhibited, to just be yourself and leave all of the cares and concerns behind, to relax, to feel you are indeed with a friend, a true friend, one who understands and does not judge as you do not judge, but listen and hug and console and then make smile