Clink of wine glasses...
Muted voices...
candlelight...posh flowers...
Moonbeams on the waves..
Nothing could enchant her...
Bored as **** was she...
Unaware that her
unquenchable thirst...
And appetite for fire,
made her captivating...
Irresistible...

Her perfume..
a mix of musk and sea..
Hit the nostrils whenever she moved...
Like a high on a dry afternoon...
And then she saw him...
5 'o' clock shadow at 9 in the night...
The stubble? Aah it was gone..
And she smiled...
'Men' she thought
And laughed out aloud...
'Vanity becomes him...'

'You mad woman..' he said
As he kissed her nose..
Where does one keep
Such treasures of femininity?
Abandoned wild woman...
Who can walk in on a conversation...
Lick his ear shocking him in public...
'Come away with me...'
And he follows
Dazed..behind this...this...thing.
Just like that.

The moaning wind and the crash of water...
her back on the shore...
hips grinding.. stubbled chin...
legs thrashing around shoulders..
and the waves
Just. Kept.Coming.
Pushing him over the brink..
No past. No future. Just Now.
And she laughed and he kissed her
'You mad woman...'