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 "Four Seasons"

 

 ...Winter

It is a beautiful winter night as we come together beneath the fragrant, crispness of fresh linen sheets. It is as though we are embraced by the briskness of a chilled winter mist. Our fingers search through the mystic darkness seeking each others caresses as our arms envelope each other in order to subdue the chill that fills our domain...our special "December" seeking an exit to a warmer climate. It is now winter in the beginning of our journey. Foreplay in the chapter leading to....

 ...Spring

As our fingers find the right places and our lips began to awaken senses, responses in the tone of soft whispers and moans reminiscent of the lures of a flute blowing lazily, intertwined with the gentle stroking of a melodic French Horn. Reality combines with fantasy and brings to life many traditions of moonlit nights. Exchanges of giggles, and smiles are heard in the voice and the tension of anticipation can be felt within our souls. The season of spring in our intimate journey gives way to a new beginning and the aftertaste of sweet wine brings us to a new definition of springtime. We grow stronger: Our desire to possess secrets. Sensuous pirates in search of erotic gold. Soft streams of perspiration, not unlike the first melting's of a frozen stream trickle from our temples softly unto the pillows...softly to the earth. The climate has acquired a new dimension. The freshness of spring has slowly evolved into the ecstasy of a sultry impassioned first day of....

 ...Summer

The heat of the sun enshrouds our bodies as we endeavor to resolve the state we've acquired. Rhythmic breathing provides a yearning warmth like the warm summer breeze that one wishes to go away ...but not in this case.

Our tongues touch and motion blankets our passion vaguely familiar to the waves that tend to cover the sand on the beach farther and farther over the shore. The same waves that push our bodies back and forward, to and fro, endlessly in an ever growing storm of seduction. In the heat of the moment we are submerged in a flash of total passion. We want to take off all our garments and run naked into the ocean or come out of our skins and let our souls mingle. Hours become days, days become weeks, weeks become months and the seasons change. Seconds become minutes, minutes become hours and the hours are lost in time and our lives are rearranged.

Then there is a special time. A very special time on the hottest day of the summer when we realize that there is nothing we can do and we surrender to the heat...all passion. In an effort to survive we live in the image of our Creator and we create. We cannot sit still on the hottest day of the summer. So we shiver and scream as the sun screams deep within us drenched in an aroma of a salty sea of perspiration. As the petal of our flower open we bloom in the open sun letting it take the best of us. Our souls touch and we cry in pleasure as our summer beings begin to fade away. We embrace with all of our heart as children embrace the last days of summer before they return to school. Then we caress, then we rest. We have stored our delights in the womb of mother nature herself and become drowsy from the euphoriant labor. We feel the last kiss of summer as we loosen our grasp on the desire of life and begin our hibernation. An enchanted slumber that welcomes all who must heed the call to rest in the beginning of ...fall.

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