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on being prepared... All the preparations I had ordered were set in place. I went back to the car and opened the passenger side. She stepped out carefully. The blindfold I had tied over her eyes was in place. She began to speak and I placed my hand over her mouth to muffle her. She knew I was serious and bit back her words. The instructions I had given her were undoubtedly echoing in her mind. I took her arm firmly just under the elbow and led her to the precipice where I grasped her hand and she followed behind me slowly on the uneven ground but my strong hold made her step more confidently. We started down the narrow path that lay before us staying close to the wall of the rocky cliff. Slowly, yet deliberately, step by step, we traversed the path until we finally reached the floor below. She did as she had been told. Her hand was sweating in mine by the time we touched level ground. I turned to her and placed my hand over her mouth again and said “You must not remove the blindfold”. I again took her hand and led her onward. A minute later we paused. “If you continue to cooperate fully I will let you stand here; but, if you do not do as I say or if you speak, there will be consequences.” She nodded her head to acknowledge my instruction. I walked away to set in motion the final preparations for the night that was just beginning. I quickly finished my last details and walked back to where I left her. She stood much as before. She was looking around as though she could see, cocking her head from side to side as though the sound might give her a premonition of the events to come. She didn’t hear my footsteps. I positioned myself closely behind her then I reached to the back of her head. With as little pressure as I could apply I untied the dark wrap that had blocked her vision and released it only to watch it float to the ground several feet away. It was still warm from the day but there was a strong breeze coming from offshore. We were all alone, just as I had planned. Behind us was the narrow trail that descended down the rock faced-cliffs to the half-moon shaped sand below. The breeze was blowing in our faces and on the breeze was the gentle sound of the surf lapping onto the beach and retreating only to return again momentarily. The smell of the ocean was mixed with the texture of smoke and salt. There too was the low, mellow sound of a classical guitar. I stepped to her side as it became apparent her eyes were focusing and her senses were once again balanced. I could see her gazing into the moon kissed ocean. After a moment she turned full around to take in her surroundings. Wrapping almost entirely around us, as if to hold us in its bosom, was the wall of rock. But, on the one side was the ocean, moving and dark. It was boundless. The waves out in the distance melded into the evening sky with a tinge of orange lingering as the sun set below the horizon. The glistening, foaming caps gave way to the glistening light of a million stars emerging from the dark infinity. She turned to the right, paused a moment and stepped back a step leaning against my chest. In front of her was a large bonfire made from the aged timber that had found itself marooned on this spit of sand. A few feet beyond the fire was small simple table with a white cloth and two wooden chairs. A hurricane lamp with a plain ivory candle inside it burned vigorously in the middle of the table. A single red rose lay across one of the white china dinner plates that were guarded by large bellied crystal glasses. A bottle of Merlot stood in waiting next to an arrangement of cheeses, hard crusted bread, red and white grapes, strawberries, melon and chunks of dark chocolate. “Well, are you going to speak to me now?” I said with a rye smile. “Are you pleased?” She turned to me and flung her arms around my neck and kissed me. “Yes, I am pleased.” She said with a shy whisper. Her fingers began unwinding the buttons on my shirt. Then, half way down my chest, she turned away and bent over slightly to slip out of her shoes. She walked toward the blazing fire leaving bits of her clothing trailing behind. I followed shedding my own clothing on the white sand along side hers. We touched again by the table. She perused the selections and picked a plump red strawberry that she placed in my lips. I drew it in partially whereupon she stood on her toes and caressed the protruding end of the berry in her own lips. The juice gushed from our mouths as we devoured the sweetness, and we laughed. We reached for our glasses of wine then raised them in salute to the night sky, the fire burning brightly in the foreground. The blaze shown through our half full glasses as if we were watching from inside. Her hair was blowing in the wind as she took my hand in hers and walked us to the water. The tide was moving out. In its wake was a smooth stretch of beach wet from the receding waters. The music was reaching out to us while the stars and the sounds of the ocean were adding to our intoxicating connection. I reached my other hand to her, palm up, my fingers summoning her. She looked in my eyes, placed her hand in mine and the other wrapped around my waist and down my thigh and back again like the ebb and flow of the tide. I pulled her to me and we danced the slow dance of lovers captured by that special moment. Our bodies moved against one another finding the fit that made us one. The sand beneath our bare feet was<b> damp. </font></b>We could feel the warm Caribbean water being squeezed-out as we danced leaving behind only traces of our steps. Our hearts were beating so that we could feel the pounding in the other. We eventually found our way back to our table by the fire. We savored our brief respite from our shared seduction to feast on the bounty and absorb more of the dark red liquid. It was hard to know which was more beautiful that night. Her long hair blowing in the wind was accented by the light from the flickering embers of the fire. Her naked figure shown like a renaissance artist’s work, shadowy on one side yet illuminated on the other. She was there for me that night, completely. “Say sweet girl”, I asked. “Would you like to place a note with a wish in a bottle and set it out to sea?” She thought for a minute “absolutely, let’s do it.” We found a scrap of paper and she wrote her thoughts. She handed it to me and I folded the note and slide it into the bottle that had earlier yielded a wonderfully full flavor. The cork again sealed the contents and we let it set sail on the outgoing tide. We returned once again to our favorite stretch of sand and moonlight. Our previous footsteps were erased leaving us free to make new ones. I held her close and let the movement of the water and the rhythm from the guitar take us…. “Ok, I have to ask”, I couldn’t contain my curiosity any longer. “What did you say in your note?” Her head tipped back, her hands grasped my waist and she looked into my eyes, “I wrote that I didn’t want this night to end; so please, if you receive this message know that I hope you too will discover the passions that can be found in a slow dance in bare feet on the white sand of a secluded beach.” |
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