Rosewater Oasis And there's so much left to say

The oasis drew many toward it, like a trap cleverly designed to appeal to one’s deepest desires. In this case, it was thirst- and the desire to be cooled. Like many, she drank first and then swam.

Tucked away in the shade of a frond, the russet man smiled, revealing a glint of his yellowing teeth. He coveted her beauty. Not all who came to the oasis were looked upon with such desire. 

He remained quiet, appreciative.