…Even so, it was Nhan’s heart racing now, and she felt its echo in Hai’s chest. The light was turning the river to molten gold, exactly like the colour of his skin. She was embracing a water dragon with golden scales.
He kissed her mouth, gently at first, but then with hunger. His tongue was like a little fish, eager to swim home, and his arms wrapped around her tightly, making her feel she’d been grafted onto him. Perhaps he was a river demon. Perhaps it didn’t matter.
Pressed together like that, Nhan could feel something hard growing thicker between them. She knew what it was from all the girls’ gossip and the animals in the village. But what was not completely clear to her was how it all worked. She closed her eyes for a moment and visions sprang up in her head of dogs mating. She giggled. Dragons weren’t dogs.
…this story now appears in the “Coming Together Anthology: Remittance Girl” which is a collection of my work. All proceeds from this book go to support free speech, through the ACLU.
Luscious. Vivid.
Your writing is beautiful. Thank you.