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I had to think about the tag for this one. There are nipples, yes. They're even hard (blush). But males have nipples, don't they? And they get hard just like female nipples? And if a breast is mentioned, well, does that exclude a male? I suppose it could - but I wanted this to be A4A, so I gave myself the benefit of the doubt (blushes again). If I made an errors in doing so, then that error is mine, and the apology also.
The place in this is partly based on a real place I used to know - though I won't say where that is. Mostly because it really doesn't matter. Suffice to say, the sea and the sky do meet there, and they kiss in an Edge like a knife blade, and the sun burns that blade as it falls. And if this piece telegraphs itself, that's at least partly deliberate - or that's my story, and I'm sticking to it :-).
Bugger, Tatters. You're blethering again (blushes again) :-).
Well and all. Is this erotic? Not for me to say. That's a reader choice. I think it can be read that way, or I wouldn't post it here - but if it doesn't fit, let me know. I'll take no offense and set it aside :-).
But enough of my blether. The sun is falling to the EDGE OF FOREVER. Over to y'all...

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EDGE OF FOREVER

You always loved the sunset.

That’s why we come here. Because from here, the horizon is a wide and open edge, where the blue sea greets the bluer sky, but never touches. The Edge of Forever, we called it. Was it you who first said it, or me? I smile, because I can’t remember, and I smile wider because it really doesn’t matter. If the sea and the sky could never meet, however close to our Edge they came, that wasn’t us – isn’t us. There’s no Edge between us – never was and never will be. And as sun first kisses the Edge of Forever, I come round the headland, the rocks and their crashing waves behind me, my feet in the wet, clattered seam of sea and stones, and I wonder if I’ve beaten you to Our Place.

This was always Our Place. It always will be.

You see, the tourists, they always stay on the sands. Not for them the Edge of Forever, and the clean slice of an Impossible Maybe between the sea and sky. They’d rather have their half warm, half ice cold cans of beer, their melted ice creams and standing room only in crammed and cluttered waves. So this, where the sand isn’t sand, but pebble, where there are no sellers with their wares, and a long walk along the cliff tops just to get here – this is Our Place. The pebbles never bothered us, as they don’t bother me now. We just loved the fact that nobody came here. As we love it still.

And as I come round the head, as the crashing waves fade behind me, I see Our Place is empty, and I smile, because I’m first. Until a wave breaks on Our Shore, and as the foam shivers among the pebbles, I hear you giggle, and I see your head rise from the broken wave as it retreats – and I smile wider, because you beat me here, like you always did – like you always do. And you rise, and you stand in the back-and-forthing waves, and I run, and I’m in the waves with you. And you grin, and the falling sun burns in your eyes, and you fall. You fall, and I catch you. I catch you, and I hold you close, and we slip and we slide, you past me, me over you, our skins a wash of maybe that never keeps our souls apart. I say our skin, because swimming costumes are for tourists, and this is Our Place, and we have no need of them, so there is nothing between you and me, as there never was. And we twist and we spin through the breaking waves, your nipples hard like the pebbles beneath us, your laugh soft bubbles like the breaking foam. And I reach for you, and my hands move over you, the curve of your breast clothed in the softer curve of a wave, your legs long in the rising of the sea and the long barrel of a breaker. And my arms wrap round you, and your legs wrap round me, and my mouth closes on yours, and we kiss, our tongues wet with salt sea and each other’s life. And I kiss you, and you kiss me, and as a wave breaks over us, I hear a crying gull, or perhaps it is no gull but our own cries as we kiss and as we melt and as we blend.

And as the waves rise, we rise, and as the waves push and pull, each racing to meet the one in front, we push and we pull, and as the wave crests, we crest, your leg between mine, my leg between yours, each of us riding the other's rise and fall, the other's push and pull – and as the waves crest, we crest and as the waves rush, and peak, and hover for a moment at the furthest edge of their rushing, soaking strength, so do we. And then they break, the waves. They crash and shatter into rushing, racing bubbles, mad froth and foam, bright glittered in the dying sun. And we break, and we flood, and we crash, our souls one as what we are is one. We break, but it is no ending for us, because it is simply what must be, and only a step in a dance we dance together. And as the sea-foam laughs and chuckles back from its breaking, back to the waiting sea, we too fall back, back to the next wave, the next swell and rise, the next race and ride, the next peak and fevered, mad rush where you are me, and I am you, and there is no Edge between our sliding skins and slipping souls – to the next break in shivered, shattered foam.

And the sun sinks, and the sun falls, and the waves rise and the waves break – and too soon, it’s time to go. But we go as we’ve always gone, your hand in mine, my soul in yours. And we swim, and we swim, and we pass the rocks, and the waves break over us, and the sun sinks below the Edge of Forever, and we sink with it, down and down and down and down, to the other place that is Our Place, to the other rocks that are Our Rocks, and hand in hand, each twined about the other, we sleep again, in our old shells, our shell hands still holding tight and wrapped around us.

And we sink, and we sink – and we sleep.

And as we sleep, I wonder, as I always wonder as I sleep, who it was. Which spiteful, bitter tongue wagged its wagging, whispered its whispers? Did they hate us for what we had? Did they want to have you, or me, for themselves? We never knew, and I think we’ll never know. But wag it did, whisper it did, that tongue. And we knew they were going to come for us, to take us each from the other, and far away, and we would never see each other again. And of all the things that might be, we knew that was never going to be. So before they could come, as the sun was kissing the horizon, we found each other, we two who had never lost each other, and never would. We found each other, and we held hands, so very, very tight – and we ran. We ran for the joy of running, we ran for the fear of stopping – and we ran to race the sun from the sky. And we ran to the cliff, and we ran to the edge, and we smiled, each at the other. And you gathered rocks, and put them in my pockets, and I gathered rocks and put them in yours. And we stepped back from the cliff, and we held our hands so tight, and I kissed you. I kissed you, and you kissed me, and your nipples were hard and your eyes were bright, and I could see Forever in those eyes, and the sun’s fire and your fire and my fire too. And we stepped back away from the cliff, and we held each other’s hands so tight – and we ran. We ran, and we ran – and we fell. We fell, and we twined about each other, and your tongue was in my mouth, and mine was deep in yours, and your nipples were hard against me and I was so hard against you. And we fell, and I think we fell for a hundred years, and I kissed you for all my life. And if it was all the life I was ever going to have, we were going to have, I knew it was enough. For me, for you – and for us.

And we fell, and the waves greeted us, and the rocks in our pockets carried us to a deep place, to Our Place – and nobody found us, not ever.

And the waves still break on our battered, pebbled shore, and the sun still kisses the Edge of Forever, like we kissed – and as the sun falls, as the day-fire burns and ends – I come. I come, and you come, and we come – and we go to Our Place.

Because the sun may set, and its fire pass, but the sun comes again each day. And we are us, and we are not gone, and we come to Our Place, and each time the sun falls, we come. And we slip and we slide in the waves, and we rise and peak, and crest and break, and where you are I am, and where I am, you are, and your skin slides over me in a breaking wave, and your laughter echoes in the laughing foam. And I slide into you, and you slide into me – and we dance. We dance, and there is no Edge, no You, no Me. We dance and there is Us – and Forever.