The waves wash over me, sucking me down into the depths of Neptune. I gasp, but my lungs finds, fills only with the waters that surround me.
Against the riptide, I struggle but it is too strong, from the safety of the sandy beach I am pulled, I am helpless against its strength, helpless against its power. I am nothing more than the sea weed floating beside me, like it, I've been set adrift by the storm.
I am drowning. . . drowning in a sea of men, with the frenzy of sharks, their masculinity surrounds me. They circle me! So many, yet so few, so close yet so far away.
Will the waves of the storm forever keep the reach of my life guard an arm's length away?
Will the waves of the storm forever keep the reach of my life guard an arm's length away?
5 comments:
Am I supposed to feel sorry that you are floating in a sea of men? Damn! I'd love to float in a sea of men. Let me drown in their fluids!
Ahem ... Think I got carried away there .....
who cares about the lifeguard in this sea.........let me float, let them circle like sharks.......hehehe
I love that picture!
Now I'd love to drown in those kind of waves.
What a lovely way to go!
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