The nymph sailed then dropped, playing him the way water plays a river bank, floating atop with a whisper, lips brushing against his cheek, gazing through clear cool water, easing into the arms of an eddy.
Abruptly, she’s flung into the blue sky, zigging an zagging at the mercy of her mistress wading forward ready to cast at a newer bank. Repeat.
B.F.M.
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