The tenderness of her hand brought joy to his heart as they stood in the waters of paradise. The salty brine cleansed them both in ways that could only be said miraculous in the very nature of the process.  As the waters dripped from her whilst he took handfuls of it and carried it to her body his mind came to dreams of such wonder and delight he shook from the shear joy of the moments they had come to share.  He could feel the goose bumps as they rose upon her, and realized that his flesh too had risen to the chill of the water in the moonlight.<br/><br/>As she took his hand to her mouth and kissed his fingertips the smile upon his gaze could easily have warmed the entire ocean, and as she first kissed him and then as her teeth brushed across his lip he groaned with satisfied wonder of the perfection of the woman he had found, here on a paradise island, and within his heart.  Her hand dropped to his chest and he knew she could feel the strong rapid beat of his heart, and so placed his hand upon her chest as well at the top of her breast and smiled at the pace and strength of hers as well.  He wanted to forever make love to her, here in the salty brine, on the rocks along the shore, and certainly in the bed they had shared already.<br/><br/>His voice was soft as he spoke “Marti, the moonlit water is wonderful, yet I feel the goose bumps as they linger upon us both.  How about if we get dressed and go back to the hotel?  We can take in the club if you’d like or maybe we could go up to the room and wash off the salt water and then relax with a movie on the TV.<br/>