There is an ethereal space where man defies gravity and bends as supple as a deity. It is here that he rises before the stars and radiates inner spirit from his heart; allows eyes to surface, views the softer venues of a woman's bosom, and finds her allure a powerful voice beckoning him to follow.
She is the piper, sensual with song to all who quiver in her wake, and she knows herself in all that is pure; all that is beautiful. She rises above his character and soars in the company of clouds and angels in her own light.
He found her mid lilies, bathing with the wise Koi where sun's setting red rays rode upon their metallic scales and cast them as swimming gold. They swished their fanned fins around her thighs, tickled her breasts with feathered tails, and nuzzled her silken hair with aromatic, heady breath in rippled water. She moved as one of them; smooth without splash -- and she spied him watching her. She teased with naked breast and bare leg; smiled with soft whispers at water's edge before fixing her eyes upon his stare. There would be no mistaking her intent as he offered his hand and she accepted.
They drank their passion beneath the rustling bamboo, coupling as poured lemon and cane sugar in their twining. Toes touched cool water, eyes held each other's gaze, skin blushed like pink petals on white pond lilies, and they soared with the stars behind the white light of moon glow.
He slept while she basked. Obsession spent, she rolled into the pond, swishing feathered tail and transformed limbs in a silver shimmer of love and angel light.
He awoke alone beneath starlight and pondered. Moments with this missing maiden had been intoxicating, laced with exhilaration beyond mere touch. She had presented before him in a vision of radiance that had defied gravity and rose above his mortality; he understood her as "Goddess."
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