Diane in the Amazon 03
I sit up, my body still humming with the aftermath of pleasure, and watch Naira who is no longer laying next to me. He works with his basket and some creepers. His strong hands manipulate the natural fibers with the ease of a master craftsman, a sight that’s mesmerizing in its own right. He glances up at me, his expression a mix of excitement and pride, and holds up the basket. It’s been modified with a makeshift harness, the creepers now acting as straps that will fit around my body and secure the basket firmly against my back. I realize that this will make things easier if we go out foraging again. With a gentle nod of encouragement, he gestures for me to come closer. I oblige and kneel down, feeling the warmth of his …