Victoriously Yours,

Insurmountably Yours

River laughed as she wiped the shine of sweat from her forehead. She and Yamien twirled and danced their feet off for long pulsating beautiful moments. And it actually worked!

Yosemite took notice of her almost instantly. He offered to dance with her the next few rounds and the squeal she gave was enough to make River beam.

There were camu rumberry crushed into juice served in a large clay bowl. Açai, maracuya and bacaba fruits were stashed in piles. Meats charred cooked in shreds were doled up in clay plates. Various exotic bear fruits also laid along with it.

The feast was huge and luxurious. People danced around, bathing in the warmth of the fire glow. It was truly one of the happening moments River found herself holding on to.

Piling her hair back on top to cool her neck, she noticed Chris furtively disappearing behind the main tent. Determined to find out what this idiot was up to, she traces his steps.

As she heads towards the back of the tent and saw thin greenery pastured lane. It was too dark to see within the passage but she couldn't help notice a movement inside. She was sure that had to be Chris.

She went in, her steps brushing against the crispy deadened leaves. She tried to keep her feet light to not startle anything that would jump at her.

When she reached the end of the lane, it was blocked by a thickened dome shaped wall covered with arrays of thick stocky vines and creepers yet no sign of Chris. How odd.

Where did he vanish to? The sides were covered with thick vegetation, nothing but shadows and a hush.

She turned back around to return to the village when she heard a distinctive rustle. Moving around the wall, she finally saw Chris at the other end of the dome.

He had his magnifying glass, inspecting the scribbles through the wild climbing hemp weeds. He was so engrossed that he didn't even notice her.

She quickly hid in the shadows before he sensed her presence. Standing behind the thick tree, she peered around to see what he was up to.

What was he doing? This looked like a place not allowed to be seen by foreigners like them. It rose like a warning. Maybe Chris was searching for the stone.

A warm breath then touched her neck from behind and her eyes fluttered close. The way poetics waxed about sex, that feeling raced in filling her lungs and expanding her chest.

Lips touching the same exact place she felt him inhale her.

"You smell of dark feminine musk. Almost like fire."

Good heavens, this man talks the talk and walks the walk. When she turned around to meet his stony gaze. They merged with the hot dark embers of their surroundings.

It was the type of dark you find yourself slip away into the depths of unconsciousness where you remain blissfully unaware as you sleep on your bed. The type that blocks the sun in a complete solar eclipse where it leaves the world in seconds of silent serenity.

Everything about him radiated of sex and sun. Despite his darkness, there were nascent rays emitted from him that illuminated her soul. From the strength of his body to the forestry smell of his skin.

"Kiss me, Yisrael." On impulse, her hands went to the brawny shoulders of his but she didn't pull him down.

No, she won't because she wanted him to come and meet her there. Her fingers tip toeing up his neck, she had to raise on to her toes.