He stood in awe of the setting sun. The salty sea water that trickled down his muscular body glistened in the low light. He gently ran his wrinkled fingers through his thick, wet, luxurious hair. The fierce, crisp ocean air madly blew through it, causing his bangs to blow wildly with the ongoing breeze. He wandered into the depths of his mind, thinking of his past loves, his losses. One girl always appeared. The one that got away. She had always been there, for better or for worse. She was, indeed, very similar to him. He had thought of her as a good friend but now he oh so regretted this decision. For she, the sweetest of them all, had touched his heart, his very soul. The foul decision he had made had cost this poor, poor boy true happiness, true love. Now he stood there, wearing only his slightly wrinkled, red trunks, thinking of what could have been. The last of the setting sun retreated, letting the rising moon enter his obscured gaze. The newly-arriving stars twinkled in his saddened stare. He quickly fell to his knees as the powerful ocean wave crashed upon the sandy shore. Tears of pain, tears of sadness, escaped his eyes, trickled down his cheek, and were absorbed into the memories of the sand. A new, more powerful wave crashed onto the cove, pulling him into the depths of the ocean. He did not fight, nor boast, but, instead, allowed the waves to take him, to cleanse him. He no longer felt pain or sadness. He no longer felt a thing. His body, taken, but soul laid to rest. He was....gone.

    He quickly awoke from this dastardly delusion. His breath grew weary. Sweat dripped off his tired face. His body was shaking. Fear overwhelmed him. He feared for himself. He feared for her. Overcome with passion, still in his black boxers, he dashed out of his abode. He dashed to her, for her.

    Arriving to her kingdom, her castle, her home, he violently kicked open the barrier, the door. He stomped up the treacherous stairs and into her chambers. She abruptly awoke from a deep slumber. She stared into his eyes, his soul. He went to her and took her into his arms, his warm embrace. Emotion after emotion trailed her body. Then, his lips took hers. Time and space stopped as they kissed. Eternity became reality. They kissed again and again. This moment will be cherished. It shall be treasured. He slowly grabbed the thin strap that rested on her shoulder. She put her hand over his and motioned him to take it off. In a blur, every article of clothing was spread across the floor. His body hovered closely over hers. Her face fluttered a shy pink. He calmed her with a soothing smile. He sang a quiet tune to her. She smiled with joy, a tear escaping her eye. His lips quivered as they made contact with the nape of her neck. Her breath grew heavy as his lips trailed down her virgin body. Her desires, her wants, her dreams were coming true. Hi lips then remet hers. He passionately entered her body. She let out a cry of pain. Her cries of pain soon turned into moans of passion. He gently placed his hands on her bare breasts. His movements were vigorous. Her moans were continuous. As he released his passion, his love, he finally knew that his life, his very soul, was complete.