Reveries de trois fois plus

I smile from memories past of impassioned kissing, of her body melting into my embrace, of swimming naked by starlight, of seeing her smiling at me with those soft, gleaming lips over an intimate dinner and a glass of wine.

I think of lying on a beach, gleaming golden, and baking in the heat as the warm salty waters lap at us and I pull her to me to taste her now salty flesh and long to take her right then and there on the bleached sand, in the surf, beneath a fiery jealous sun as the undulating waves mimic those of our own...

And again I think of those damned delectable lips; lips as delectable and damnable as fabled forbidden fruit. If such lips Eve had possessed, she never would've needed anything more to lure Adam to her whims.

I smile once more - musing upon a muse...