As she crouches atop a rock
the sea water laps at her feet.
She hugs her body, but shivers still
against the cold coming night air.

The thin gauze like dress does
little to give cover for the
black gash shows against her
soft brown skin. The pert aureoles
are pulled taut against the sheer.

The cold lapping water plays gently
against flushing lips and feels like
tongue has tickled in. The wind gives
mind I come for thee. So she stretches
up off the rock as night descends the dark.
The footfalls are seem for but an instant
as the sea water drinks her in.