finite lovers

abillionbeautifulbutterflies

He fucked her on the beach. Deep and smooth. With every breath and bead of salty sweat they mimicked the winds of a 1,000 miles; the salt of 1,000 leagues. And when she came- she could not escape the finitude of granulation. She simply crumbled into sand; no matter his effort- he could not grasp her as she slipped between his fingers. The wind blew her away- an afternoon sand storm.

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