SEXUALLY explicit material is not usually the métier of this blog,

 but it became irresistible to record the antics of two creatures 

that  were actually c*p*lating right in front of me as I sat on the deck 

sipping my  evening libation.  

It came as such a shock (not that l'm prudish about these things) 

when the dark mass floating by, which I'd falsely identified  as a 

big clump of seaweed, suddenly  attained two heads. 

Turtle heads. 

Slowly they rolled as one in an ecstatic intertwining of shells.

One of them, probably the female turtle, gave me a long, languid, 

liquid look -  perhaps a subtle invitation to participate. 

I dashed off, not  for my swimming trunks and snorkel but for the camera.  

When I got back they had disappeared. 

Probably gone down for a breather. 

I sat there expectantly, camera poised. 

Dusk had almost fallen when  they again gushed up briefly 

and I managed to take this stunning photo, 

perhaps the first ever to capture twoYoron turtles c*p*lating.  

Nature at its most sensual.

Then they disappeared as darkness blanketed the sea.