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I stole up behind you, where you were seated in the sand,

watching the flow of Verging Creek, here where the

channel is shallowest and narrowest, and the spill of the

water over ancient and unmoved stones is noisiest.  Clad in a

mesh tee and skimpy denim cut-offs, your legs and feet bare---in

militant defiance of certain severe societal expectations---you

may have thought, at first, that the afternoon breeze was playing in

your long hair; but at once you recognized my touch, as I drew that

profuse mane aside; then slid my hands into and under your mesh tee.

I knew how, and where, and when to deploy my fingertips; the sudden

gasp of air in your throat and the simultaneous flex of your

slender feet and morsel-like toes confirmed the correctness of

my ardent, manual caresses.

J-Called