The night was moonlit. She loved those nights. When the air is fresh and slightly cool, keeping, however, the warmth of the past summer day. When the dew that fell in the evening cools pleasantly on bare ankles. When it’s quiet, amazingly quiet, you don’t hear any conversations, no steps, no crackling of cicadas, not even the rustle of grass. Nevertheless, this silence was alive and eloquent. And the moon, silvering everything around: grass, trees, the smooth surface of the river.
She stopped at a small sandy beach and kicked off her sandals. Graceful feet in turn, smoothly sank on the warm, slightly damp sand. Her gaze was at her feet, at the edge of the silver water that was washing the sand.
She felt him coming. She always felt him, as he did her. There seemed to be an invisible connection between them. They understood each other without words. He approached from behind and his fingers touched her palm lightly. She did not turn around, continuing to look at the sand under her feet. He stepped closer. His lips touched her bare white neck. Her marbled skin seemed to glow slightly in the dark, reflecting the moonlight. He inhaled with trepidation the scent of her hair, so familiar, so dear. She rested her head on his shoulder, feeling her pulse quicken. She had been waiting for this meeting for a week, an endless week. And here he is, right here. She can feel the heat from his skin, feel his breath on her hair.
His hand lay on her shoulder, and at the same moment the strap of a light white sundress slipped down. She lowered the second strap herself. Clothes fell at his feet. She stood before him completely naked, ready to belong entirely to him, to him alone. He, too, took off his clothes, and they stood on the bank of the river, completely alone in the whole world, clinging to each other.
His hands slid down her smooth back. He slightly lifted her by the buttocks and soon pressed her to him, and she, wrapping her legs around his waist, with thin, gentle fingers, went through the hair on his head. He moved forward. The water was pleasantly cool on his feet. Soon he entered the river up to his chest. The hot night air pleasantly cooled the heated skin.
She looked into his eyes and read there an endless reciprocal desire. Their lips met in a long, tender kiss. He lifted her up again, and she felt his hot, aroused flesh filling her burning body with desire. She hugged him even tighter, trying to become one with him. He did not see anything around, except for the silver droplets on her matte white skin, except for her eyes, darkened with passion, except for her full lips, from which her hot and rapid breathing escaped. It was their night, all theirs and no one else's. They were alone in the universe.
When it was all over, they lay on the sand, quiveringly clinging to each other. The water, occasionally running ashore, caressed their naked bodies. It was quiet as before. The full moon illuminated everything around, forming a silver lunar path on the water.