On a moonlit night, we met by the sea. A bottle of shared wine would whisper sweet nothings, into willing ears...

As the waves teased and tickled, our lips gently caressed and tussled. The sand covered us like powdered sugar, as we rolled around and around.

With shameless fingers, I searched for the source of this ever encroaching heat; as we wrestled in the salty brine. But to my surprise... she found mine.

I could not speak as her flames engulfed me. As I lay there writhing in pleasure by the sea... I stared up at a moon, smiling down on me. A war of passion is not won or lost. But still... all was taken from me in a brief but blazing inferno!

I awoke the next morn... only to find that she was gone... No one should have pity for a man like me. A man that a woman left by the sea...