Rosewater Oasis I dream in oily fluorescent swirls

Right to work he went. Off beat, at first, but he soon caught up to the proper rhythm. 

The silent air of his work didn't last long. She almost wanted to give him a good thwack, as listing to the steady thrum of the stones hitting water was almost therapeutic. He had begun to speak of what gems await them. Of which he hoped for, and even questioning which she might desire most. But to her own dismay, she did not know.

Whichever come my way, I will be happy with. It was true, really. They were all treasures, no matter their color, shape, or sheen. All were just as pleasurable to gaze upon. To her, more‐so than any man could give whilst toying with her body. It had always been that way. Sometimes she wondered if maybe she hadn't had the right experience, or maybe she truly just didn't feel the same spark. Either way, she knew one thing was certain... no man would stand between her and her bounty.