Sweet Torture

I should have looked away earlier but didn't, sitting nearby on the glistening, white beach with the sound of the ocean behind me, I couldn't help myself and continued to stare, hoping nobody noticed he placed his hand next to her face and moved closer, his body now right along hers she turned toward him and smiled a sexy smile, he began to reach over and caress as she pulled on her bikini, I knew what came next ... I remember those days I told myself sitting here alone on this beautiful sand, reflecting on a promise I made to visit more frequently, as I pondered this dark strand of hair across my face, trying to be coy but for whom, exactly? as you are there, ten thousand miles away and I miss you more than I should say here sweet torture, my new best friend on days like these when reminders abound, it's all I can do to stay sane...