On the Beach

You knew better than to wander off into the Norwegian fjord and beaches by yourself. What were you thinking? You smelled the cool sea air and heard the hooting of owls in your head, There are trees before entering the beach. What do you see my naive beauty? the clouds have darkened your moon. U can only hear the waves, and glimt at the dark sea salt. A roar of thunder that has your every nerve on edge. Alone, cold, and wet are the rewards you have earned for your long journey to find this most magical spot. The only sound that you have heard for hours is that of a lone wolf's cry into the night. Fear and anticipation is all you now know. Or so you thought. time stops completely as you are gently touched on your hip with a claw tipped fingers that slides into the feel of an entire hand. That hand begins there and eases its way up one side of your back, across your shoulder blade, and into the strands of your wet hair. You feel my hand close, taking in a firm grip...

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