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A tropical beach at midnight. Deserted.  
Half a moon for perfect light. Gentle breeze.  
Sand warm, moist, giving- the ideal cushion  
For copulatory innovation.  
 
Then a slithering snake just by the couch.  
Screams. Scrambling and most undignified flight.  
Deflated return to the customary  
Stolid and stale hotel room bed for two.
Written by marthard
Published | Edited 3rd Jan 2014
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