Moonlight Tango

After the heat and itchiness of the hike the bronze Goddess took the river looked like a basin of balm. Its water was entirely with motion. Despite the relentless sunrays the green-tinged water would be cool, this basin would likely be as deep as the mountains around were tall. Like the ocean, such a large volume heats and cools slower than the land or the air. The babe walked to the edge and sat on her haunches with a roll of her voluptous hips, but she didn't stop there. In just a few seconds she was making her way inside the cool embrace of the water -- sensual, tendrils like cascades as they clung to her slender, feminine body. The cool water moved over her skin like a potion, removing the irritation and replacing it with a meditative peace.

The time seemed to fly away in quickly it became dark. The water shone like a molten mirror. It had lost its turquoise to the night but in the moonlight the ripples twisted; as if the sea below the babe was shivering to loose the summer rays. Yet to her teacup pads the warmth was still there, cocooned in the sub-aqua currents. It was all the invitation she needed to stay, swim deeply into the welcoming blackness and leave her troubles on the edge of the river.