Falls of Passion

A young lad takes a walk along the moors, It’s early morn fog still lays low, An eerie presence, haunting, He decides to steer clear of the cliffs. As the sun starts to rise, The fog slowly recedes, Like it’s being sucked back to the night, To only creep out once more. He decides to cut through the forest to the glen, Where the waterfalls and the lake lie to freshen up, Not knowing that someone else has had the same idea, For under the waterfall passion will flow. He strolls out into the clearing of the glen, Pulling off his boots and clothing as he walks, Without looking he dives into the fresh waters, Swimming straight over to the waterfall. The lad surges up behind the waterfall, The roar of the falls in his ears, A curtain of water splashing down in front of him, It’s then that he sees her. She is a stunning lass, completely naked before him, Caught unaware with no where to go, Her hands covering her most private places, Long, auburn hair covering her breasts. The lad stands transfixed, Like this is some mirage in front of him, A play of the water, A figment of his imagination. She stands frozen, Not knowing where to flee, Wondering is this man a dream, How did he get there. The lad backs into the cave behind him, Sitting upon the soft green moss, Arranging his legs to hide his arousal, Just staring at this beautiful maiden before him. She knows no one can see them behind the falls, Her heart is racing so fast, Taking in this sight of his hard muscled body, Feeling her legs take her to slide up beside him in the cave. Here they sit, no words spoken, Behind a sparkling waterfall, Hearing not only the roar of the falls, But of the blood rushing through their veins. She lies back upon the soft moss, Her body so white upon the greenery, One arm behind her head, The other draped across her stomach. He lies on his side next to her, Admiring her, Then just to prove she is not a dream, Takes one finger and traces the curves of her body. Her eyes closed she lies there, Afraid that if she opens this apparition will disappear, Then she feels the touch of his hand, Sending tingling sensations over her entire being. His eyes take her all in, Every curve, every dimple, every fold, Transfixed on the water droplets, On the end of each perfect breast. He slowly bends down to kiss each one away, Her eyes open and he slides up to kiss her lips, Two bodies start to entwine, Wet and slippery on the moss. The falls sing their song, As two new lovers unite, Discovering each other, In utter delight. Who was to know, That when each walked the moors, Each would discover the love and passion of another, Under the falls that day, after the fog had crept away. Written February 19th, 2002 © on Feb 19 2002 11:03 AM PST   0 • 16