Hidden
in the lush atmosphere and surrounded by the thunderous churning of the sea
below, most people find this quiet series of pools mesmerizing. Tonight, this
place is especially enchanting, but not for the obvious reasons. Instead, it's
the softness in her smile that captivates me as she watches the waterfalls
cascading, churning up bubbles that burst against our skin like tiny, delicate
kisses. It is her ability to be so completely immersed by her fascination that
entangles me in an inescapable desire to watch her relish in her surroundings.
It is the way the moon shimmers across the water, dancing its way from one tiered pool into the next as the illuminated water delicately spills into itself like the tattoos along her spine. Paw prints, simple and calm, tumbling down her back and tempting me to trace my fingers over her skin and feel the chills rise on her flesh in their wake. To hear her gentle gasp at my touch. Alone in our isolation, with no souls to hear us, I watch her because I simply cannot force myself to look at anything else.
It is the way the moon shimmers across the water, dancing its way from one tiered pool into the next as the illuminated water delicately spills into itself like the tattoos along her spine. Paw prints, simple and calm, tumbling down her back and tempting me to trace my fingers over her skin and feel the chills rise on her flesh in their wake. To hear her gentle gasp at my touch. Alone in our isolation, with no souls to hear us, I watch her because I simply cannot force myself to look at anything else.
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