i want to go nightswimming with you the slick black riverwater sliding silently over our skins, giant silvery moon luminescent in our ripples.
knot my hands in your wet hair, feet unsure on the slippery stones, plunge myself into your deep waters never coming up for air.
i want to teach you how to swim, two lithe bodies struggling against the current.
i want to trace down the nape of your neck with a single slender fingertip, a droplet of water running down the crevice of your beautiful back.
i want to know what your strong hands feel like underwater and vulnerable. | 
