Niagara

I was just visiting Niagara Falls a couple of days ago and found it filled with tourists, all taking pics and videos galore. Not that it was not beautiful, but way too many tourists packed in.

Now I picture it, a moonlit night, no one around, standing looking out, watching the water pour over the sides, naked, both almost hypnotized by the rushing water, the only sounds the water and the little soft moans escaping as soft caresses touch soft skin and the feel of skin and skin, as arms surround and hold, nipples touched, and toyed with, eyes still on the falls, the mist climbing and the moon reflecting, so soft seeming and so beautiful. That’s how to appreciate the falls. Then to lie in bed and still be able to look out and see them, the sounds through the window, skin moving on skin, nipple rubbing nipple, tongues teasing and tasting, teeth holding, climbing as it falls, dragging you deeper and deeper, higher and higher, then resting, listening to the sound of breathing and water, slipping off to sleep, held, warm and safe.