Skinny Dipping

There's a place in Martindale, Texas that is prime for skinny dipping on hot summer nights. It's a dam next to an old mill and the spring fed river stays at a constant 72 degrees throughout the year. My favorite night in college was spent at that dam. The only thing illuminating our wet, naked bodies was the moon - which makes the human form look better than any candlelight. It was 2am. I was a little buzzed - I know, not the smartest thing to do. When I jumped, I could have sworn someone had reached in mid-jump and replaced the water will cold silk. The water felt smooth and refreshing over every inch of my body. There were about 10 of us. I had just met Kyle and felt that spark. I had a boyfriend so nothing happened, but there is something to be said for that longing. Sometimes the passionate frustration is more exciting than the actual touch. When I got out, I fumbled with my bra for a good five minutes before he offered me his shirt - a plaid pearl snap that hugged me just right. After that, we all decided to go play in a park, swing on the swings, jump on the bridge. We made breakfast just as the sun was rising. Perfect, perfect night. I can't wait for summertime.