Swim de l'amour

As soon as he entered the water, Seamus was overpowered by a tsunami of emotions.
Their honeymoon in Tobago all those years ago came back to him with the titillation of a lover's bite on the earlobe.
Upon Maureen's reentry into the limpid water of Dublin Bay, they would slowly swim to the little cove nearby and they would gently make love on the wet sand, the little wavelets languidly kissing their feverishly entangled bodies.
How lackluster that rainbow would seem, compared to the multicolour pyrotechnic surge of their simultaneous orgasm.



Or they would die of hypothermia.