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Coming of Age
The water rippled and folded smoothly as it entered the first delicate slope down to the lagoon. The rocks, slick and ebony black, shining in the moonlight. Laughing can be heard, above the bubbling sonata echoing through a hollow log as water dropped from ferns and forest primeval. Teasing, her tongue slightly brushed his in hurried anticipation, her soft young body changing from that of a child, but still more advanced than the young prince. He had not filled out as his father hoped and already puberty rites were late. He hoped for the growth spurt that would let him be called a young man. The young prince was not concerned. He planned to rule wisely instead of with a heavy hand. He entered the water above the big rock. Going limp and floating as a disjointed piece of hemp rope, he loved to glide over and around the slick rocks as the current lazily carried him downstream. He slowly entered the lagoon, fireflies and moon beams dancing on the water. She was waiting with a smile. They made love and the only sounds were theirs, falling on no one else’s ears. Their world was perfect in that one moment in time, and space, and pleasure. Strange- - -he no longer felt like a child. © Jun 1 2011 Charles Henderson For Rambling’s Rippling Stream contest.
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