Swaying for You

Kissed by the sun as the boat drifted gently across the sea.
Just the two of us—no one watching, no one to stop us.
I wore my tiny bikini beneath a sheer, teasing skirt.
When he leaned in, voice low and eyes hungry, and asked me to dance for him, I smiled.
Slowly, I began to move, feeling his gaze heat up even more.
And when he whispered for me to take it off… I did.