“Mystical Lake: Part 3”
“The moon above them had lost its fringe, and marveled at them openly like an unblinked eye in the heavens. The palely pink vertical of the exclamation point softly penetrated their breasts like the wand of a celestial goddess. They felt the water between their buttocks, in their vulvas and navels, under their arms, and between their fingers. The moon was washing them clean and making them whole. They emerged from the water and allowed the moon to lave them with its tender light. Having no towels, they used their hands to wipe off the water and generate warming friction. But it was not their own hands that they used on their own bodies; rather, two of the friends massaged the third, and then that girl switched roles with one of the others.”