2nd Annual Win a Box of Crap: Contest Thread

[HokieDNA01]

as the soft sounds of evening crickets filled the air near the shore, a faint sound was coming from the near by beach cabin sitting high on the dunes. There, alone, the soft breathing sounds of a lone coconut ebbs (is a homo) and flows like the near by tide as she lies asleep in the peaceful salty night air. Suddenly she is stirred awake by a soft carress. Her lover had finally returned (from the circus) and passionately scooped her up in his long hairy arms. The night was filled with the primitive sounds of seduction as they made love in the light of the moon. The flame(ing) of a candle, flickering in the background, lighting their way. Two lovers, together, at last.....