Unaware
P leasure boats filled with people going nowhere cruising the blue green waters of a calm summer sea, the rumble of their motors drowning the endless murmur of the waves that softly rush the soft sandy beach, where scattered about like casualties of an epic battle a multitude of bodies lie still under the blasting heat, sweating, melting, eagerly soaking in the rays of a punishing sun, finding pleasure in the burning of their skin. They splash lotion on to ward off the pain, though their eyes... Sign in to see full entry.