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Have you Made Love by the Sea?

One of the most romantic songs I have heard is Rod McKuen’s “The Sea.” My bucket list includes making love by the sea with a man I love while listening to that music.  Since it has not yet occurred, I lived it vicariously through the protagonist of my novel, Pieces of You.

I will share what I wrote, hoping that you will share how close this matches your own experience–that is, if you have been fortunate enough and romantic enough to follow this path. Now please do NOT describe the details of your intimacy (this is NOT that kind of a blogsite and I will not  write that kind of detail primarily because I do not think it is the most romantic, loving way of expressing this beautiful, God-given act!).

Now here’s my impression as depicted in my manuscript:

“I think it is time to possess our paradise by the sea! As Janine grabbed his hand, she was humming a Bon Jovi song: ‘Take my hand and we’ll make it I swear…’ [38] When they reached the water’s edge, the waves took over and hummed a chorus.

“Kirk, do you believe the sea will say of us, ‘they loved one Sunday?’”

“My darling, I am quite certain the sea will know as soon as I touch you that my love for you is deep, yet fluid and endless, like the sea merging with the ocean. One Sunday—yes, it knows of our loving today but it doesn’t count time in hours or weeks or years. From the sea’s vantage point, our love endures for an eternity of Sundays, for true love never fails. We could fail in serving love, but we cannot escape once we assent to loving; it might take on a different form but some part always remains. We may even be able to push the sensation of loving deep down into our subconscious, but that does not extricate it from our soul. Do you understand why I wanted your assent to marrying me?”

“Hmmm… I could exclaim that I’ve been captured, but instead I declare that I am freed to love you with all that I am and to share with you all that I have.”

“You have the most marvelous way of kissing me, Kirk! Your lips unlock all the desire otherwise dormant in my body. Your lips bring to life every part of me that can respond physically, but it is not limited to physical touch. The physical is only the threshold to a much deeper, more mysterious absorption into an exquisite knowing and being known. Finding words to express my love is like trying to capture the essence of the sea: its beauty and power, its mysteries hidden within the deep, its ability to convey both extraordinary peace and intense longing within the same gaze.

I want to be immersed in your body, to have the longing satisfied but never quenched. I want to make you cry out for me, to cry with me in ecstasy, to find a place of beauty unimaginable, inexpressible, ours. It’s not a place redeemed but discovered for the first time, every time. Every inch of your body that is not already sensitive to my touch will be converted, not by following any set of rules but by following the instincts of my heart as its rhythm melds with yours.”

As they tried to express their love in the ways of humans since Adam and Eve, they were not aware of the loss of isolation, the end of being apart and distinct. Becoming as the sea, tossed, stroked, set free to the reckless passions of nature, their liberating fusion brought with it unbounded joy.

And the tide came in and the tide went out.

The surrounding hills dressed in vibrant shades of green watched. The shimmering aqua blue sea with its frilly white edges massaging the shore listened. The ancient gray rocks, large enough to lie on, with markings remarkable enough to study for hours, knew its scent. Love was in the air and its fragrance lingered everywhere.

As the sunset came upon the lovers still lying lost in each other, it bathed the scene in breathtaking hues of purple and peach, the water mirroring the heavenly colors and flinging the palette from the sky back into the clouds. Never had a sunset painted a more beautiful picture of human emotion. Although the couple seemed to pay no heed to their surroundings, they felt all the beauty of sky, earth, and water enter their souls and magnify their love for each other. What they saw through each other’s eyes spoke of the certainty of heaven on earth.

As Kirk watched Janie sleeping beside him on this island paradise, he knew there was a God. Nothing man made could possibly match the ecstasy of sights and sensations in which they had been immersed.

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