Skip Long:  

Life The sweeping waves washed him ashore. An errant songbird, out of place on this cold dark and lonely beach, beckoned him home with his lonely call. "Come Home! Come Home!" the nightengale sang. As if he knew the context of all that had been. "Just leave me alone" the boy thought. Enough had already transpired. Just then a sea nymph arose from out of the waves. Her voice was foreign and feminine in its scope. "Wake up sleepyhead." "Huh?" "You heard me wrinkledbrain, now get moving" So he moved quickly. Gallantly leaping over the waves, he made his way out to sea. There the lovers met. His strong arms encircling her supple waist. Her flowing hair blowing in the wind. "Kiss me like you mean it" she said. He obliged. As he opened his mouth to let her tongue wash over his, their bodies began a dance of seduction. Moving in time, keeping a syncopated rhythm, they tasted each other's desire. ...Expand for more