Sunset swim (c) 2000 by Mike Kimera
The setting sun gilds the pool. I swim through liquid light, lost in the water’s warm embrace.
The clamorous silence of the stranger, lone witness to my solitary swim, penetrates my calm.
His ravenous gaze translates my movements into sensual display as, caught in the undertow of his need, I stroke slowly towards him.
Rising from the water, standing defiantly close, I present my ripe wetness like a dare.
His irises dilate. My nipples rise in greeting.
The air crackles with his static lust.
I earth the charge with a smile, then turn away, leaving only my fading footprints behind.
