Emerald Isle

Sparkling water splashes over a stone ledge high overhead and into the waters of an emerald green lagoon. The call of an island bird can barely be deemed audible over the loud, seemingly primal roar of the crashing water. The water is warm and inviting, a sharp contrast to the brute power personified by the waterfall. Behind the curtain of water is what seems to be a cave in the rock face. This world exists for lesbian and bi women.