Sea Breeze
So I Left the house this morning to go to New Jersey and when I got to my Cadillac it wouldnt start. I just paid this guy last week because he was a Cadillac Specialist to determine why it wouldnt run and to make it run. I only had the car back a week and I m sure he d had to address the issue of why it dont run now but I was upset because I cant wate all my time chasing down tow trucks and using up my service calls on my AAA plan. So I had to use the back up plan to carry out my chores for today.
Anyway when I got to Trenton I stop to get some coffee and in the store there was this painting. I think it was acrylic watercolor. It only showed either the wood blinds on the side of a cabana window or either the wood siding of the house, some tulips in the foreground and sandy beach in the background and what appeared to be some sailboats on the horizon in the distance. I thought is this painting really relaxing? I wouldnt think so. I mean its just some tulips, a beach, and ocean and some sailboats. Is this even the window of the house or the side of the house? Yea, this doesnt relax me. Then I thought what if I was there? The weather looks nice, but I d probably be bored. Then a voice in my head said "what if she was there with you?" What if she was there with me? Well? Thats when the painting is starting to become a wonderful place. If she was there with me then we could walk along the beach. No doubt this is a secluded place because that was the only way I could convince her to walk the shore with me in the nude. Of course she objected initially, she said she wasnt going to do it, then made it appear as though she was too self conscious about her body. Her gut she called it. But I told her aint nobody in the world think you re any more perfect than I do right now. So lets do it? And she did. She took all her clothes to let the sunshine bless her gold body. And she did it right before me. And from there we walked. We walked and we talked. I say that we talked but it was just us. It was just us. It was just us with her doing the talking and me doing the apologizing. We walked to the waters edge, I said some things that made her laugh. Man, I thought to myself if you didnt appreciate her then, you must do it now. Because when you laugh you can see the muscles in your torso move and your body bend it looks just like a lilac at the side of the river. Delicate. And the way the wind blows the seabreeze across her face. Very delicate.
So we continue to walk at the place where the water washes the sand. And we talk about everything and way at the end of the beach far away from the sailboats and the seagulls that follow them is nothing. Nothing? Yes, nothing. No sound of the waves, no wind blowing, no water rushing to land. Nothing. Just the sun, the sky and us. I turn to her, put my hands around her back . And her skin, her skin so warm and soft its like I m holding a porcelain vase. I step into her and kiss her.
Anyway when I got to Trenton I stop to get some coffee and in the store there was this painting. I think it was acrylic watercolor. It only showed either the wood blinds on the side of a cabana window or either the wood siding of the house, some tulips in the foreground and sandy beach in the background and what appeared to be some sailboats on the horizon in the distance. I thought is this painting really relaxing? I wouldnt think so. I mean its just some tulips, a beach, and ocean and some sailboats. Is this even the window of the house or the side of the house? Yea, this doesnt relax me. Then I thought what if I was there? The weather looks nice, but I d probably be bored. Then a voice in my head said "what if she was there with you?" What if she was there with me? Well? Thats when the painting is starting to become a wonderful place. If she was there with me then we could walk along the beach. No doubt this is a secluded place because that was the only way I could convince her to walk the shore with me in the nude. Of course she objected initially, she said she wasnt going to do it, then made it appear as though she was too self conscious about her body. Her gut she called it. But I told her aint nobody in the world think you re any more perfect than I do right now. So lets do it? And she did. She took all her clothes to let the sunshine bless her gold body. And she did it right before me. And from there we walked. We walked and we talked. I say that we talked but it was just us. It was just us. It was just us with her doing the talking and me doing the apologizing. We walked to the waters edge, I said some things that made her laugh. Man, I thought to myself if you didnt appreciate her then, you must do it now. Because when you laugh you can see the muscles in your torso move and your body bend it looks just like a lilac at the side of the river. Delicate. And the way the wind blows the seabreeze across her face. Very delicate.
So we continue to walk at the place where the water washes the sand. And we talk about everything and way at the end of the beach far away from the sailboats and the seagulls that follow them is nothing. Nothing? Yes, nothing. No sound of the waves, no wind blowing, no water rushing to land. Nothing. Just the sun, the sky and us. I turn to her, put my hands around her back . And her skin, her skin so warm and soft its like I m holding a porcelain vase. I step into her and kiss her.
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