tears of god

A unsworn body; free to the display of her actions and the gentle waves that move with her movement. It is as if she; the moon is working the waves in its ocean beauty. Bringing the soft hush of sea spray and the reef who becomes alive with her movement. (the moon; eternal and her youth. The sun; dying with its flame) an exhale leaves her body, sea blue eyes drifting from the rim of the bubbling pool as its mist drifts within the early morning chill. It is now does she softly began to awake;truly now does her mind take in the wild-life that dances around her; or so that is absence in the fumes that work from these pools. Through the dense trees that curl among the crescent shape pools does she observe; watching through in the soft tip as she relishes in the closeness that she strangles to her the warmth bathes her dirt nudity.

it is in oblivious interaction; does the man sway into sight and the brunette woman found herself sinking a inch or two. letting the water creep up among her cheek and gently swishing among her dark nostril. sea ovals searching; a creature of fiction as her ears rose in a place of possessive creatures. within her pool; the brunette woman did not lay claim to the slick creation of the world but in this hesitant moment the warm pool could be found as hers and her body language played to her mind. though in distraction did the thump of a small pouch catch her eye, a small perk in the brow as she observed the mans creation and in time would remember of such a thing had she ever need it. "had you realize this something other then water, if it was?" her lips pondered, slowly did her legs extend and no longer did the brunettes body float and hide within the milk-warm pool to pretend her nudity was not. she is if slick creatures, the outline of her muscle and body even in its wide stature touched as she left the water. deciding not to share; in that moment but did her body ever display a touch of dominant play. for the soft wrinkle of her lip as her words ended or for the nose that drifted toward the soft pack of medication. "perhaps you need less, or more." working the idea that the man was drugged, or perhaps needed more in a realistic stand-point. one who simply did not find the features of another before their skin nearly touched was an odd creation for any.