They marched against the wind and against the current, each tack crossing the fairway of the Dnieper. The sun, wind, waves and clouds. The huge shadows of these clouds quickly run across the surface of the Dnieper, making it sparkling and sweet, then gloomy and angry. She felt - next to a strong man. He confidently leads a light sailing ship, enjoying his power over the wind and waves. Although both felt the unbridled nature of these elements. Any mistake, and high-speed boat will turn into a huge bird that neither catch nor tame.

This game is exciting and amusing them both. She trustingly pressed against him, he gently hugs her.

Crossing the fairway, they came close to the shore. A quick graceful turn and they leave again, dissolving in the flood of the river. Each turn is a concerted action of both crew members. Like a dance, more precisely tango, where each new pas brings partners together. And this dance among the clouds and waves gave them a sense of freedom and happiness, a sense of real life. They went ahead, the wind with the spray got drunk, I wanted this dance to never be interrupted.

But here in front there is a noticeable high island, bordered by sand dunes. Warm golden sand, as if summoning them to him. Catamaran rushed to the island ... but there is no need to make another tack.

And here they are at the goal. Catamaran light touch stops at the edge of the beach. Uninhabited island? A small lowland covered with grass and moss. A few small birch trees, just a little distance from the woods and all this from the side of the river is closed by a ridge of sand dunes. They border the island from all sides.

She walks barefoot in the sand, climbing to the top of the dune, his strong arms helping her from behind. Without any effort, she climbs the sandy summit. From here there is a view of the huge spill of the Dnieper. The feeling of flying ... He hugs her and they merge into a long kiss ...

Down to the gently inviting sandy bay. It seems that a man’s foot has never stepped on this sand. They are alone in the whole world ... The sand caresses the feet, they run down, hiding in the sand dunes. Clothes fall from them on the run. And here they are in the arms of the sand and the sun ... For some time they lie motionless on the sand, smiling and enjoying the peace of this safe haven. He turns on his stomach and is next to her. Patting her at the beginning slowly and a little lazily. For some time she does not respond to his caresses and as if she is sleeping. But soon enough, her wishes wake up, which draw her into the game ...

Sometimes they roll on a sandy feather bed, and then their skin becomes covered with crystals sparkling in the sun. Gradually, they become like sand lizards swimming in the sand.

He gently blows the sand from her velvet skin and kisses her body. Breathing quickens, the heart beats ever stronger. Gradually, their caresses are becoming more passionate, but they are not in a hurry - waiting for a wave of impatience to overwhelm them both. He covers her breast with his huge palm, leaving a nipple between her fingers, which begins to kiss and bite. A slight shiver of her body tells him that the apogee is near. Her quiet whisper: “come to me rather,” turns his head. He covers her with himself and sinks into it. Their bodies merge. the world ... The feeling of filling ... the approach of the sun ... no, let it never end ... a firework of sun splashes, the last chord of tango ...

A warm wind and sand ... quiet calm bay covers them ... 15/12/98