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Aqua breath cradles me. Tides of air soothing on sun washed skin.
I am eighteen and she is beautiful.
She holds my eyes in a way
that makes my cheeks flush.
Her rhythmic exhales comforting.
I have to hug my knees to my pulse. Seated here,
at the edge of her fingers.
Tapping and crawling until my feet are wet.
I am eighteen and she is playful.
Winking light along her surface.
Coy, patient goddess. She can hear my panting up against my legs.
I am excited to be afraid.
To dance in her. Breath catching
in my throat
when she pulls at my waist.
Love me. It was not a request.
Could mortal resist divinity.
I am eighteen and she is passionate.
Yanking at my body when she kisses up my throat.
Our chests heaving together.
A gasp. Swept underneath. Only to burst,
from her, soaked in her.
Eyes to the dying sun.
The horizon is on fire. My lungs draw it in.
I am eighteen and she embraces me.
Life has no weight.
Her world, a languid amber. Time unwound
and dizzying.
My axis twisted slowly.
My world dissolved in her.
Her soft arms yank at my body. Deeper,
the realization, and I am afraid to be excited.
Whirling, dance of spheres. Thrashing in terrible beauty.
My lungs emptying.
I am eighteen and she is ravenous.
Do I rise, or, does she push me. I will never know.
The lesson learned when I crest and wheeze.
Newborn babe. Taste of salt and needful fire.
Her world is not my world. I do not control here.
I can lay back upon her bed.
Lips drinking in my air. Resting on her palms.
Wits return with peace. She leads this dance.
I am eighteen and she is gentle.
Forgiving of my fumbling, excited movements.
Respect in rapture. Touching only how she wishes to be touched.
The rewards.
My saltwater joins hers on my cheek.
Her fingers coax me away when she is finished with me.
When my muscles burn with my skin.
Returning me to the beach.
My exhausted body
laying under the dark sky.
Hair sticking to my face.
Palms sinking in the sand.
Just watching.
Breathing.
I am eighteen and she is forever.
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(05-31-2026, 02:12 AM)Sean Puckett Wrote: Aqua breath cradles me. Tides of air soothing on sun washed skin. "Aqua" is odd here - color, not scent of salt. Simplify: "soothe my sun-washed"
I am eighteen and she is beautiful. good leitmotif here
She holds my eyes in a way
that makes my cheeks flush. maybe burn, sun and sensation?
Her rhythmic exhales comforting. you mean exhalations, which won't fit. "exhales" isn't a noun, though
I have to hug my knees to my pulse. Seated here,
at the edge of her fingers. nice description, perhaps no period to get "fingers tapping" - see below on punctuation
Tapping and crawling until my feet are wet. "crawling" is odd... teasing?
I am eighteen and she is playful.
Winking light along her surface. blinking, but "winking" serves well
Coy, patient goddess. She can hear my panting up against my legs. a little confusing - as it should be
I am excited to be afraid. a good line
To dance in her. Breath catching good line break
in my throat
when she pulls at my waist.
Love me. It was not a request. colon instead of period - maybe even an exclamation point, this is a command!
Could mortal resist divinity. question mark
I am eighteen and she is passionate.
Yanking at my body when she kisses up my throat. good, original - maybe "as"
Our chests heaving together.
A gasp. Swept underneath. Only to burst,
from her, soaked in her.
Eyes to the dying sun. good introduction of death factor
The horizon is on fire. My lungs draw it in. and burn with it
I am eighteen and she embraces me.
Life has no weight. good, better than "life floats" or "is weightless"
Her world, a languid amber. Time unwound excellent - trapped like a fly in amber
and dizzying.
My axis twisted slowly.
My world dissolved in her. tempting to say "hers" but this is better.
Her soft arms yank at my body. Deeper, "yank" is not the word, "pull" too common. You can do better, it's an important word here
the realization, and I am afraid to be excited. the inversion here is unnecessarily clumsy (unless that's the intent)
Whirling, dance of spheres. Thrashing in terrible beauty. "spheres" - worlds or bubbles, nice
My lungs emptying.
I am eighteen and she is ravenous. could end here - nice place for a page break, suspense
Do I rise, or, does she push me. I will never know. question mark
The lesson learned when I crest and wheeze. "crest" is good here
Newborn babe. Taste of salt and needful fire. spank - breathe!
Her world is not my world. I do not control here.
I can lay back upon her bed. lie, not "lay"
Lips drinking in my air. Resting on her palms. "Lips drinking in my air" is confusing - "drinking my own air?"
Wits return with peace. She leads this dance.
I am eighteen and she is gentle.
Forgiving of my fumbling, excited movements. heh
Respect in rapture. Touching only how she wishes to be touched. perhaps "as" instead of "how"
The rewards.
My saltwater joins hers on my cheek. salt tears - ok
Her fingers coax me away when she is finished with me. perhaps "brush" instead of "coax"
When my muscles burn with my skin. got a bit of sunburn, have we?
Returning me to the beach.
My exhausted body
laying under the dark sky. lying, not "laying"
Hair sticking to my face.
Palms sinking in the sand.
Just watching.
Breathing.
I am eighteen and she is forever. and the lesson at the end - well done
In intensive critique, a bit detailed but the work can stand it.
The style of line/sentences is suitably breathless and finesses the issue of line capitalization (they're all sentences). But they are *not* sentences. being mostly sentence fragments. It works, but having established that style you can also work against it where appropriate - where it flows, use commas or just join the fragments into sentences with a verb and all the trimmings (including a question mark or exclamation point).
For example, "My axis twisted slowly." In the style you're using, this seems meant to be read, "My axis, (which is) twisted slowly" without a verb. But a reader may get, "My axis (then) twisted slowly," which is present tense instead of sentence fragment. Should you insert the comma? Depends on what you want.
Overall, this is an effective narrative, tracking with closeups (still frames, at that). The feelings come through. As you edit, you might keep in the back of your mind how this would work written in third person ("He is eighteen, and she is passionate.")
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Aqua breath cradles me. Tides of air soothing on sun washed skin. "Aqua" is odd here - color, not scent of salt. Simplify: "soothe my sun-washed"
I am eighteen and she is beautiful. good leitmotif here
She holds my eyes in a way
that makes my cheeks flush. maybe burn, sun and sensation?
Her rhythmic exhales comforting. you mean exhalations, which won't fit. "exhales" isn't a noun, though
I have to hug my knees to my pulse. Seated here,
at the edge of her fingers. nice description, perhaps no period to get "fingers tapping" - see below on punctuation
Tapping and crawling until my feet are wet. "crawling" is odd... teasing?
I am eighteen and she is playful.
Winking light along her surface. blinking, but "winking" serves well
Coy, patient goddess. She can hear my panting up against my legs. a little confusing - as it should be
I am excited to be afraid. a good line
To dance in her. Breath catching good line break
in my throat
when she pulls at my waist.
Love me. It was not a request. colon instead of period - maybe even an exclamation point, this is a command!
Could mortal resist divinity. question mark
I am eighteen and she is passionate.
Yanking at my body when she kisses up my throat. good, original - maybe "as"
Our chests heaving together.
A gasp. Swept underneath. Only to burst,
from her, soaked in her.
Eyes to the dying sun. good introduction of death factor
The horizon is on fire. My lungs draw it in. and burn with it
I am eighteen and she embraces me.
Life has no weight. good, better than "life floats" or "is weightless"
Her world, a languid amber. Time unwound excellent - trapped like a fly in amber
and dizzying.
My axis twisted slowly.
My world dissolved in her. tempting to say "hers" but this is better.
Her soft arms yank at my body. Deeper, "yank" is not the word, "pull" too common. You can do better, it's an important word here
the realization, and I am afraid to be excited. the inversion here is unnecessarily clumsy (unless that's the intent)
Whirling, dance of spheres. Thrashing in terrible beauty. "spheres" - worlds or bubbles, nice
My lungs emptying.
I am eighteen and she is ravenous. could end here - nice place for a page break, suspense
Do I rise, or, does she push me. I will never know. question mark
The lesson learned when I crest and wheeze. "crest" is good here
Newborn babe. Taste of salt and needful fire. spank - breathe!
Her world is not my world. I do not control here.
I can lay back upon her bed. lie, not "lay"
Lips drinking in my air. Resting on her palms. "Lips drinking in my air" is confusing - "drinking my own air?"
Wits return with peace. She leads this dance.
I am eighteen and she is gentle.
Forgiving of my fumbling, excited movements. heh
Respect in rapture. Touching only how she wishes to be touched. perhaps "as" instead of "how"
The rewards.
My saltwater joins hers on my cheek. salt tears - ok
Her fingers coax me away when she is finished with me. perhaps "brush" instead of "coax"
When my muscles burn with my skin. got a bit of sunburn, have we?
Returning me to the beach.
My exhausted body
laying under the dark sky. lying, not "laying"
Hair sticking to my face.
Palms sinking in the sand.
Just watching.
Breathing.
I am eighteen and she is forever. and the lesson at the end - well done
In intensive critique, a bit detailed but the work can stand it.
The style of line/sentences is suitably breathless and finesses the issue of line capitalization (they're all sentences). But they are *not* sentences. being mostly sentence fragments. It works, but having established that style you can also work against it where appropriate - where it flows, use commas or just join the fragments into sentences with a verb and all the trimmings (including a question mark or exclamation point).
For example, "My axis twisted slowly." In the style you're using, this seems meant to be read, "My axis, (which is) twisted slowly" without a verb. But a reader may get, "My axis (then) twisted slowly," which is present tense instead of sentence fragment. Should you insert the comma? Depends on what you want.
Overall, this is an effective narrative, tracking with closeups (still frames, at that). The feelings come through. As you edit, you might keep in the back of your mind how this would work written in third person ("He is eighteen, and she is passionate.")
The intensive critique is extremely welcome. A lot of my style does tend to manifest in sentence fragments, so grammar and structure, become incredibly important. It’s been one of my sticking points. That and no matter HOW MANY TIMES I hammer home into my brain that “it’s lying! You have to remember that.” By the gods I never do 
Thank you again. Much to ponder. Much to ponder
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I thought this was a lovely, intimate, clear-eyed portrait of a moment and its resonance across space and time. My first impulse is to compress. By way of suggestion, a trimming/reshaping:
Tides of air on sun
washed skin. I am eighteen and she
holds my eyes
to make my cheeks flush.
Her rhythmic exhales
comforting. I have to hug my knees
to my pulse seated at the edge of her
fingers tapping and crawling until
my feet are wet.
I am eighteen and she
is playful, winking light along
her surface. Coy, patient
goddess. She can hear
my panting up against
my legs. I am excited to be
afraid. To dance in her. Breath
catching in my throat
when she pulls at my waist—
Love me. It is not
a request.
I am eighteen and she
is yanking at my body when
she kisses up my throat, our chests
heaving together. A gasp swept
underneath. Only to burst
from her, soaked in her. Eyes
to the dying sun. The horizon
is on fire. My lungs
draw it in. I am eighteen and she
embraces me. Life has no weight.
Her world, a languid amber. Time unwound
and dizzying.
My axis
twisted slowly.
My world
dissolved in her.
When she is finished
with me, her fingers coax
away. When my muscles burn
inside my skin. Returning me
to the beach. My exhausted body
laying dark under the sky. Hair sticking
to my face. Palms sinking
into the sand.
--
Thank you for sharing your work with me <3
Another thought I just had: it could be cool to shift to the collective pronoun at the end:
When she is finished
with me, her fingers coax
away. When muscles burn
inside our skin. Returning us
to the beach. Our exhausted body
laying dark under the sky. Hair sticking
to our face. Palms sinking
into the sand.
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I thought this was a lovely, intimate, clear-eyed portrait of a moment and its resonance across space and time. My first impulse is to compress. By way of suggestion, a trimming/reshaping:
Tides of air on sun
washed skin. I am eighteen and she
holds my eyes
to make my cheeks flush.
Her rhythmic exhales
comforting. I have to hug my knees
to my pulse seated at the edge of her
fingers tapping and crawling until
my feet are wet.
I am eighteen and she
is playful, winking light along
her surface. Coy, patient
goddess. She can hear
my panting up against
my legs. I am excited to be
afraid. To dance in her. Breath
catching in my throat
when she pulls at my waist—
Love me. It is not
a request.
I am eighteen and she
is yanking at my body when
she kisses up my throat, our chests
heaving together. A gasp swept
underneath. Only to burst
from her, soaked in her. Eyes
to the dying sun. The horizon
is on fire. My lungs
draw it in. I am eighteen and she
embraces me. Life has no weight.
Her world, a languid amber. Time unwound
and dizzying.
My axis
twisted slowly.
My world
dissolved in her.
When she is finished
with me, her fingers coax
away. When my muscles burn
inside my skin. Returning me
to the beach. My exhausted body
laying dark under the sky. Hair sticking
to my face. Palms sinking
into the sand.
--
Thank you for sharing your work with me <3
Another thought I just had: it could be cool to shift to the collective pronoun at the end:
When she is finished
with me, her fingers coax
away. When muscles burn
inside our skin. Returning us
to the beach. Our exhausted body
laying dark under the sky. Hair sticking
to our face. Palms sinking
into the sand.
I really appreciate the feedback. It’s adding to more contemplation on my part. Frankly, much of my work ends up being something I have to look at through the lens of “what can I cut from this. What can be chiseled away. Be succinct”  I do thank you for your suggestions. I hope soon to post my updated version. I will also very strongly ponder the inversion of pronouns. It’s a very intriguing idea!
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