Evening mood – The sky takes on the color of the port in my hand in the light of the setting sun, while the small lake below seems to shimmer like lead. A dark red – like a sea of copper and dark blood, streaked with orange and violet stripes, and in the background, the dark silhouettes of the mountains paint themselves against the horizon.
I lie at the edge of the lake and admire this picture, this composition of colors and elements. I watch her as she glides through this lake of embers. A wonderful summer evening. She rises from the water, and it pearls clear over her body. It follows the curve of her breasts, runs down her stomach to her thighs – droplets leaving a wet webbing like spider silk on her skin. A sight of wild, natural beauty…
She comes toward me, her movements like those of a cat, strength in every motion, and her intentions lie before me as clearly as her body in the light of the dying day. As she passes, she grabs her towel, and her gaze brushes mine – the smile on her full lips, the sparkle in her eyes, her wet hair clinging to her shoulders, draping over her breasts…
Later – The campfire crackles, and we lie together on the soft carpet of grass. Two people, bodies entwined tightly. We touch – no sin, only the desire to touch, to feel, and to fully experience the other. Nothing feels wrong in this moment. Her lips meet mine, my arms pull her closer. I feel her body against mine, the heart beating quickly in her chest. Her quickened breath brushes my face.
The day is drawing its last breaths, and the sun sends a final farewell over the horizon. Bodies bathed in the red light of fire and the dying sun – souls meeting like two elements that lose themselves in the whirl, becoming one in this night. Two bodies, and yet it seems as if there is one soul in which the light of the day continues to burn…
Early morning – The grass around us is tousled from the peaceful struggle of two bodies, a fight which sometimes she and sometimes I dominated. The game of joyful giving and taking. I lie awake and see how the new day triumphs over the night. The sun sends its rays over the horizon, caressing our bodies. The fire has nearly burned out, and only the remnants of embers let the wood crackle softly. Here and there, a spark detaches and flies toward the brightening sky – yesterday’s greeting to the dawning today.
I move closer to her and gently take her in my arms, to which she makes a contented sound in her sleep. I look at her sun-kissed face – her hair forming a wild frame, and the movement of her eyes tells me she dreams. She seems at peace. A new day begins, and I feel content. The sparks of the night will continue to dance within me for a long time…