running / erotic / yoga / lost

The man has all but swallowed her alive, as the feel of her flesh against his body part has the mouth of the rivers of their tongues swimming in a collision of tide, leaving them both now exhausted and breathless. Doused in sweat, belonging to one another, crossing leg over leg, arm over arm; until they are one frenzied body no longer separate human structures. The act more immense and powerful than either ever imagined. In a calm assertive voice, he gives direction, she takes it, slowly, fully, wrapping her hand around it. 

Sometimes, in running, you just get lost in salty thought, and you go with it....erotic thought emerges, as you squint towards the sun!