The wind, swooping down the hills, through the deciduous forests lustily hiss, the beat of the drum they both hear above that sound, puzzles,
was it her heart or his, both perhaps they pretend not to hear They fell in to the spell of the lake eerily rippleless, for the moment. The luscious curves, of lake,still was swelling in his brooding psyche. He hasn't make up his mind, though much bewitched by this witch, yet persisting doubts ask, take a step forward or to turn back the cool breeze that caressed the curves now the lake revealed, embraced her from behind, she snuggled bit closer to him her body twitched in a way suggesting that she'd expect such a prank from him.
She sat as if frozen to touch in another time it was getting late,the persistent witch would she be smelling blood, the hills show a dark face, she looked up for the moon's solace. alarmed he perked his ears, did he hear the howl of a lone wolf?