Dancing In The Moonlight

Moonlight streamed from the heavens and pooled in the semi-circle of aspen and birch trees. Beyond the ring of trees, the shadows darkened, but inside, the light was as bright as day. Gildor walked into the clearing, his eyes bright with anticipation. The front of his tunic was already undone and by the time he’d reached the center, he’d shed all his clothes and stood naked before the sky.

He raised his hands above his head and began to gyrate to a music only he could hear. His long blond hair swayed fell over his shoulders and cast deep shadows along his back and buttocks as dipped and swayed and minced his way through a complicated series of movement.

Before long, his pale skin was sheathed in sweat and glistened like pearls. His chest rose and fell and his tongue lapped at dry lips. Still he danced on until the brightly glowing disk slowly hid her face behind the cloak of moon dark.