Yes, the days of the midnight swim
we dropped our clothes
waded in the water
allowing it to cascade over our skin.
Washing away all stresses of the day
we were carefree, young, it carried our cares away.
Laughing, cries of joy
dancing in ripples under the moonlight.
The calm, the quiet, the still
the hush of timeless
the elegant thrill.
Swirling round, a midnight waltz
fingers tickling across soft skin
glistening wet hair, we had not a care.
Knowing the midnight swim was ours
to do again and again.
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