And as she looked at the pool she saw the waters gather up into a column, rushing up foaming and standing there before her startled eyes, and turn into the form of a man.
Not a man, a god. So perfectly formed, so handsome, with such wisdom and desire in his eyes and such quiet joy on his lips. He was breathtakingly beautiful and Anne felt herself grow weak with some unnamable longing. His eyes met hers and caught her soul tight, and she could not look away as he read every thought in her mind.
“Come,” he said to her in a voice like liquid silver, “I know your mind, and it is one with mine.”
Anne could not speak, but she did not need to. Her eyebrows raised in question.
He laughed, “Why to love, of course.

Elliot Mabeuse