Love On The Smithy
And there, across a haze of sea mist, Smithy spotted a beautiful Hume woman leaning back gently to languish in the sun.
Her blond hair cascaded down across her face and she lifted one porcelain hand to move it back into place. As her hand fell from the gentle slope of her brow, she let it slide along the curve of her cheek and then down the side of her body.
Smithy felt his heart surge upward, wishing he could be that mist that enveloped her so. Her beauty transcended the mere physical and his very being ached to see more of her.
With his heart beating savagely at the confines of his chest, Smithy started to slowly make his way toward her. With each step, his heart seemed to raise in tempo.
He had to have her.
As he approached, an unusually strong wave crashed hard against the wooden dock and sent a cold spray toward her. Her laughter seemed to fill the very air, itself, and Smithy's mind pulsed with the rhythm of her voice.
Suddenly, it was all too much for him. The mist, the waves, her hair, her laughter. It overcame him.
He rushed up to her and wrapped his muscular arms around her, his chest heaving as the touch of her supple skin left him breathless. He pressed his body against her ample bosom and leaned her back, cradling her.
As he held her, one hand at the small of her back, the other resting gently on her hip, he leaned in slowly so that their lips could finally meet.
GoblinSmithy>> Don't fight it.
GoblinSmithy>> We were meant to be together.
Player>> dood! WTF r u doin?!
GoblinSmithy>> I want... I need to kiss you.
Player>> dood, i'm a guy.
Player>> dood, that's sooooo gay.
As her/his body sank beneath the waves, Smithy felt his heart ache as the last pieces of his heart were broken.
Must like her/his trachea.