It was a moon-filled night of wonder. She faced him in a small row boat. Their boat dipped and swayed softly, drifting down black silk. Reeds brushed the boat and made swishing and hushing sounds, identical too those he made when whispering sweet loves into her hot neck. The moon glowed a friendly pallor and his face followed shimmering in watery reflections. His eyes serious, though his crooked limbs begged to differ. He entwined his hands into hers as snakes into trees and he dove into the water, under the black material. With her hand came her body. She was pulled into the swirling black mass. His firm grip on her waist and she was pulled upwards with him. Her dress, to heavy is discarded to the current along with his breeches and shirt. As they embraced fish danced around bare luminescent legs and reeds darted between toes.
A chaste kiss and she floated on her back. He held her toned shoulders and trod water, battle scars now invisible. His hands slithered and drifted over her body, like soft reeds. She shivered although the water clouding around their bodies was already steaming hot with passion and lust.