Nymph

His resistance waned as he stood staring, shaken by beauty. She teased him with wet words and smiles. He shuffled awkward at the bank of the river, like a school boy on the playground angling for a first kiss. He tried to find himself, tried to think straight. These mountains held many whispered messages; rumors of power and beauty and he was just daring or dumb enough to risk the consequence. He smiled staring at the wet cling of her clothes, reaching toward her, forever enchanted. There was a slight splash then just the morning silence of the mountain.

Message, Power, Shaken, Risk, Awkward

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