1. Caribbean Canopy

Warm breeze milks stress from the mind like experienced nimble fingers upon a taut muscle. Humid salt air wafts in from the southern Caribbean with each crashing wave upon the velvet clay textured beach. Riches untold within and out, overpowering the senses, seductive and dreamlike. Our bungalow, deep in the jungle awaits our weary spirits. Come inside the magnificent, mystical canopy. Promise, you won't mind the ride. Me and you, one island, one union, one time. Warm, wet, sweaty, intoxicatingly bewitching. Breathe. Just breathe. Now. With me. As us. As one.

Can you hear it. The surf darlin'. A crescendo matching the intensity shining in our eyes, the beat of our hearts. Can you hear it. My love dear. Hear it in my eyes, see it in my touch, feel it in my whispers. Let me hold your hands and gaze into the liquid of your soul. Open yourself, open to me, open to us. Walk to the cliff. Feel the breeze that only lovers feel. Come to the edge with me.

My hand caresses your cheek warmed by the day's sun. At the speed of light, still took more than eight minutes to travel from source to you and in this moment, to my hand. Millions of miles of warmth, from you to me, in this moment, the sun, you and me, as one sensation of warmth and love. What are you, who am I, where is the sun if not embodied in the pulse of our touch.

Talk to me sweetness. Utter the words I long to hear, words born of pure intent, sacrificed at the alter of passion, profound in their direct simplicity. Tickle my ears with a symphony of she-devilish delectation. Swoon with the musical flow of two hearts in tune. Fear not the fall, what my arms might miss, my heart will catch.


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