We knew each other.
Our gazes had met in each dawn of words, paths and discoveries. We liked to share moments, we waited for them.  
We talked at length about our lives, intimate and passionate confessions, falling immersed in a time that always seemed short and drinking cold coffee in that hot cafeteria made of sea rocks and a calm breeze.
We liked risk and we took our bodies to the limit, climbing stone walls that fell apart as we passed, falling down narrow cliffs, conquering landscapes, emotions and moments of indescribable beauty, and we ended our fleeting encounters at dawn, swimming naked into the sea. opened. We felt the blizzards again in the body and in the entrails of two people of almost 50.
Without touching each other, we orchestrated wonderful sunrises of laughter and poetry and we saved every moment in our retinas, causing each next sunrise to be more spectacular. A harmonious, bright and sensual tune of unstoppable pleasures that every day sought new meanings, not for wanting to find anything in particular but rather for the pleasure of continuing in an insatiable search for the unknown.
Impregnated with intensity, we arrived that day on the shore of our beach. With the purity of two teenagers, we undress, throwing our sweaty clothes on the sand and compete like children to reach the sea to conquer the waves, laughing and jumping as if time had stopped in another era. We were insultingly bright, strong, golden by the sun, made of pure energy, and such was that energy that we duel with the titans. Surprisingly, he won and after being defeated, it occurred to me to reward him with a water massage on his toned back. We lent ourselves to all kinds of challenges and games and so I asked her to lie on her back, with the sea as a cradle, and wrap her arms around my waist to stay afloat close to me, my hands sliding down her back as I watched from up his body calm and surrendered to the pleasure of the skin and the touch. Such was his state of enjoyment and enjoyment that he wanted to offer me the delight of immersing me in those sensations and he did the same with me. And we lost sight of the world.
Without knowing how or why our bodies began to dissolve into each other, first the hands went through every inch of our folds, then the entire skin melted into a dance of silky waves, and behind the skin our mouths lost words and words. limits.
Without consciously deciding, our sexes were reunited with the intensity and happiness of those who return to the desired home after years away from home. We were the piece of the puzzle that needed the perfect fit. Inevitably we lost ourselves in an endless number of alchemical sensations, each penetration pierced with more daring in my entrails, opening my body and soul in the channel, the rhythmic breaths inhaled love and exhaled ecstasy becoming an inexhaustible source of infinite waves of orgasms and our minds evaporated under that prodigious July sunrise where a fleeting serendipity found us submerged in a placeless place that had long belonged to us.
We remained in that dance without end endlessly, liquefying the skin and the soul, vibrating in orgasms that visited us with each wave, and in an instant our eyes met again in the depth of ecstasy intoxicated with desire and welcome.
And there was no earthly or divine entity that could stop that becoming, with the sun as a witness and the crackling of the waves in our ears, fascinated, delirious, and surprised, we returned without words and on our steps to our routines. But they were never what they had been. That day marked the beginning of an immeasurable serendipity that has remained in us, where bodies speak and words are turned off, where the subterfuges of life are resolved, where the heartbeat is the guide of the way forward, where no there are neither conditions nor futures, only present and intensity of life.

By Rosa Libertad