Into the Mystic.

some words about music.

His fingers on her back. Transcendent. 

Fingertips against skin like raindrops against the placid surface of the lake. A single point of contact resonating out in ripples, delicious and gentle, skimming the surface and rolling to deeper, unseen places. Water into water, filling itself with each saturated touch. 

Reviews

[Relic]

This is such an excellent metaphor to apply to your beautiful words.

[Coco]

Thank you. I especially love this piece and appreciate your comments.