I fight my way through thick mangroves to find a virgin beach.

There is only one occupant,

A woman lies under a sea almond tree.

A crimson blanket, which matches the blossoms of the tree, shields her body from the sand.

Is she sleeping?

No! Long fingers capped by brilliant red nails push a braid away from her forehead while her other hand gently strokes her torso.

Is she a sorceress, a siren, an angel?

Not sure, I am frozen stock still.

She sits up and stretches her long limbs toward the blue sky.

Her breasts rise and fall as she takes a deep breath and lets out a sigh.

She stands and walks toward the water with the long, elegant steps of an egret.

I watch, awestruck, as her beautiful naked form slips into the turquoise sea.

Surely this is an angel, I decide.

She looks over her shoulder with brilliant, warm, brown eyes.

Is she looking at me? I asked myself, astounded.

She smiles and beckons me with a sharp, red nail.

Ah ha! She is both angel and sorceress, I think, as I plunge in after her.