Mellifluous curves

It somehow seemed an appropriate thing to do.

Invitingly exposed, and magnificent, the mellifluous curves of the outcrop beckoned

Jumping naked around the rocks was the only natural response.

A quick and superficial scout for unwitting voyeurs was all I could afford; the imminent freedom too tantilising to waste searching for the possibility of others.

Like so many hastily unwrapped gifts, I disrobed.

Aah.

Liberated from layers of civilising fetters, I stood.

The warm granite beneath my feet.  Strong

and self-assured.  Or was that me?

Caressed by a porcelain silt breeze.  I felt delicious.

And alive.    

Georgina   09/09/2006