It’s
not the disrobing, or reaction my body exhibits as every single inch of exposed
skin is caressed simultaneously while I swim, or even the guilty pleasure and
sheer indulgence of being touched in a way like no other. It’s when the water
changes back to air. Then it feels forbidden.
Did
my sounds waft through cracked windows? A cigarette glowing next pier over? Whispers
in the shadows?
Even
though I’m alone. Even though it’s an ink-black moonless night. And even though
there’s a towel for coverage, I take the stairs
back up two at a time.
Not
until hot water pierces my skin can I smile like I got away with something
again, because self-consciousness ruins moments if you let it.
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I
don’t believe I’ve ever participated in Velvet Verbosity’s 100-Word prompt
before. The word this week is STAIRS.
(I
am so very sorry for your lose, and hope that time heals the pain.)
8 comments:
Is this you swimming off the boat? it's so sensual..I love the way you talk about the water touching you the way nothing else does. This was soft like a smile in the dark.
Skinny-dipping off the end of the pier on a dark night with all the outside lights turned off. Have you skinny-dipped? That's how it feels. Very freeing. I love your "soft like a smile in the dark."
(Skinny-dipping alone off a boat is tricky as a boat can get away from you, and it's difficult to catch up with it ;-). Unless, of course, it is an extremely calm night. I do know couples that will boat over, or somewhere, for dinner then, on their way home, stop for a dip in the middle of the lake. AND we always bring blankets for the cold rides home at night.)
Ahhh... the guilty pleasure of a midnight swim... not that I've ever done that before.
It was good to see you joined in the Challenge.
Very nice V.V. debut :-) Welcome!
There is something, obviously, so different about swimming at night. Almost like since no one else is, it is better. Nothing like it when the air is hot and sticky.
I have been looking for somewhere to join with a relaxed and supportive environment. I miss Trifecta.
Thanks, David! It was fun to do something like this again.
How risqué! Makes me want to try skinny dipping one evening.
Many years ago I had one of those "this happens in a movie experiences" where a bunch of us went skinny dipping and I ended up getting out of the water and discovered my clothes and towel were gone.
And then of course I ran right into the girl I was most interested in but didn't have the presence of mind to yell "There was shrinkage!"
Ah the joy of living a George Costanza life.
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