Literature
Larry Stylinson: All Those Pretty Lights
The sky was dark, freckled with sparkles of light, like gems sown into black silk, a mesmerizing sight to see. A young gentleman with dark curls surrounding his smiling face leant against the white wood of the gazebo, staring up into the darkness of the night sky before turning his gaze down to the reflective black ink of the water's surface. Fish shimmered in the dim glow of the moon.
He wanted to reach down, to touch the water's surface and leant forward, stretching his arm as far as he could to brush his fingertips along the liquid, wishing to create ripples as fish nibbled his skin but was stopped, the feeling of firm hands upon his hips