Where did she come from?
She was a wild one, and I suspected had been so since childhood. She rounded the corner her succulent body, wearing nothing but mud. I wondered where she had come from but before I could speak she answered my question as I stood in my suit looking so proper as I had just returned from work.
“Hey Honey, when was the last time you played outside? You know really let your hair down?” As the words left her mouth she reached forward and tussled my kempt hair just a little.
Her question took me by surprise just as her appearance had. Her golden hair shimmer in the late afternoon sun, and I decided she was my Greek Goddess. I thought for a second before replying,
“That’s a good question! And one that I honestly can’t answer because I can’t recall.” It was all she needed to hear as she took my hand and led me back around the corner.
Before I could utter a word, she was removing my shirt, my pants, my clothes until I stood naked, everything just hanging in the breeze. Her lips met mine as she guided me downwards, till we lay beside each other. Before we lay in the mud pit that she had created. My naked body left me feeling free. The mud slipping over and between us as we danced as only lovers can.
We reveled in the silliness of it all, in the sexiness of it. The feeling of being at one with nature once more as we simply existed. It felt wild and silly but she had saved me, but more than that I had found us again as we caressed and kissed, naked in the mud in our own back yard.
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