I once read that an ‘upwelling’ was an oceanographic term describing the movement of nutrients to the surface of the water.
This phenomenon brings shoals of fish in huge numbers to feast on the bounty.
I was witnessing the human equivalent.
Her tanned body slipped from the pool.
Rivulets silver in the moonlight trickled from golden hair to breasts and hips - a liquid accentuation of curves.
A feeding frenzy of would be suitors offered towels, champagne and adoration.
She declined. I had her sole attention, her hand and her marriage vows.
They snapped their jaws and hunted elsewhere.