As the Spring draws near... as the ice and snow and cold slip and slide slowly out of sight... my thoughts and emotions turn inward... and attention is paid to the longings and yearnings that have been laid aside.
One day... in the not too distant future... there will be a time for swirling across the sand... the sun warm on my skin.... the breeze warm through my hair.... waves lapping at my feet.
One day... in the not too distant future... there will be a time for swirling across the sand... the sun warm on my skin.... the breeze warm through my hair.... waves lapping at my feet.
A dance builds within... the rhythm of life through the centre of my time.... slightly offbeat... strong and sensuous... limbs browned, swaying along the beach in layers of diaphanous folds... entwining and floating.
Dreams of a soul to share the dance... the warmth of a body entwined... of passions acted upon with words unspoken... thoughts and emotions sifting the winds between two.
Dreams of a soul to share the dance... the warmth of a body entwined... of passions acted upon with words unspoken... thoughts and emotions sifting the winds between two.
