An evening on the beach

The beach was empty, not even a shadow of another human anywhere in sight.  The dark night was occasionally lit up by a long finger of lightening, followed after several seconds by the clap of thunder.  John was a little reluctant to pursue their evening activities so close to a thunder storm, but it did seem to be passing the cove by, working its way down the coast.  She was not as sensitive to the storm, and convinced him it would be alright, she had a way of making everything seem just a little safer, a little easier, just a bit more enjoyable so he went along with her, letting his fears melt into a gentle caution.  The wind was gentle, swaying trees and swishing waves were the only sound.  The moon reflected on the ocean, with the ripples of the waves breaking the otherwise pristine beam of light bouncing off the ocean.  He leaned in closely, their eyes locked with that sensual connection that must be felt to be recognized, but once it is felt the sight is unmistakable in the eyes staring back at you.  Their lips touched, softly they kissed as their arms wrapped around to form a firm embrace.  Time seemed to stand still, though the waves continued to crash to the shore, and the trees swayed in the breeze.  After what felt like a moment, yet was experienced as lifetime, the separated a little, leaving one arm holding on, they turned to wander slowly down the beach.