Stroking your arm, I navigate my fingers over the hairs and goosebumps, trying to read your thoughts like braille. There are no clouds in this night sky, so we lie alone on the beach sharing our moment with 4 billion years of chemical reactions, and a trillion unknown worlds. Next to us, the remains of a bonfire quietly hisses and crackles, like a grumpy child reluctantly getting into bed.
I can’t read your arm, but I feel your breathing quickening. I stroke your cheek and check your racing pulse and this is all I need to know. You stretch a leg out, one side pale against the night, the other textured with grey sand, a monolith sending out a signal to distant tribes.
….like a monolith sending out a signal to distant tribes. I think it’s a good line but when I say it out loud you pinch my nipple…
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