AmberVictoria

The wet secret of the forest

My bare feet pressed the moss, and its freshness was a delicious shock against the plant. I was on the edge, but my heart was beating to go into this thicket that smelled of wet land and mystery. The sun was a cheeky lover that crept through the leaves, painting my skin a feverish golden. My linen dress, soaked with dew, was now a sensual extension of myself. She clung unashamedly to the curve of my hips and climbed up to outline the taut shape of my thighs as she moved forward.. Every step was a contained sigh, and I could feel the wet fabric caressing my intimacy. I stopped before a gigantic trunk. I put my hands on the rough and rough crust. The feeling was so primary that I closed my eyes, tilting my neck back. The wild air raised my skin. Feel the hot sun on my throat, the cold of the fabric on my belly, the texture of the forest under my hands.. It was all an invitation to feel alive and exposed. I am here, I thought, completely naked of intentions, and this freedom makes me feel terribly desirable.. I want to get lost and be found, just by the wind and the light.