I travel as if my life were a novel. I travel to simply write, for the journey of mystery and discovery keeps me endless and alive. When I travel, I go alone and where I go I never know. The beauty of it all is the creation of a story and what will become a chapter of sure sweetness. I travel to touch the beauty others dream of. I travel as steady as the beat of my heart. I travel to my dreams, for nothing moves me so intimately than the magic of movement. And so it is, just as we wish. How the attraction is deep and natural, deeper than physical, much deeper to soul. Heated palms rest on the canvas of my face, drizzling only light droplets of rain. The sky cries joy, for nothing so perfect in timing, so beautiful, comes from years of day dreaming. Oh but it does. Our spirits float to the melody of thunder as the lighting strikes with the beat of our hearts. How precious of a night this is. Slightly nude in body yet wrapped whole hearted in the winds warm and endless kiss. Visible for the stars to see, we come closer and surrender the power to simply be. The heat slowly rises and we rest oh so comfortably. Floating above deep aqua waters in an oasis with showering mist. Such a dream like this is true heavenly bliss.
Peoria, Arizona
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