We were two young lovers, chasing the tide as it rolled out, so far away from the prying eyes of the world. We fell on the beach, legs entwined. My shirt was off, and I was already hard as we kissed feverishly, eagerly exploring each other’s nectar-sweet mouths. Our love-making was primal yet tender, and time stood still in those hazy, heady moments. Eventually, we collapsed in each other’s arms, sated, satisfied, and filled with the oceans of lust we had just conjured up together.