oh, what manner of life is this that we scurry from place to place in our very efforts to survive.
what passion do we hold dear within ourselves waiting to be released for that special someone.
when might we meet as if in a dream,
two secret lovers with the fires of passion smoldering,
as banked embers in the smithys forge that waits for the first blast of cold air that will renew the passion.
unifying two hearts in the ages old quest of desire sought,
simple and gentle exploration of ones self by the chosen love is encouraged,
for tender thoughts privately to be enjoyed at another time.
finally the gentle comfort of each others natural beauty.
how wondrous is the miracle of love – a gift from life.