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By Galadrial Date: 2001 Aug 01 Comment on this Work [[2001.08.01.15.25.15817]] |
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Sticky August arrived with a vengence, the air is hanging still and even the skeeters are moving slow. Sweet tea till we nearly burst and who can think of making love on this mangy August day? "A shower?" I ask, thinking of the only thing that may influence me to move. "I have a better idea." you say, and vanish. Ten minutes later, you return with a net bag, and offer me a hand. Yes love, and how can your eyes be shining? "Where to?" I ask, the air wrapping around me like sticky tape. "You'll see." The woods are close, but I hear it before I see it--- feel the cooling mist a minute before we round the hollow. "MY god...why didn't you show me this before?" And it is Eden, a Cascade cutting into the rock face spilling wet diamonds perfumed with sweet fern and moss. Like kids, we shuck the clothing, leave it in a pile, kick off the sneakers and you dive in, then emerge holding your arms out eyes serious "Come to me." I almost cross my arms to cover my breasts--- as if I have not offered them to you a thousand times, as if you have never tasted the sweet underside with that impudent tongue. And a moment later, arms and legs akimbo, not graceful in the least I jump to you. Caught, you haul me beneath the lavish spill and only when we are immersed does your mouth capture mine, your hands cupping me close for sweet rapture, for soul cleansing, for the utter pleasure of your touch in the crystal cascade of the Ridge Falls. |