An Ardorous Dream

One day I came upon a most fascinating countenance. His strength and character would define all that he represented in my eyes. He was tall. Amazing! A night spent in his presence, conversed with his thoughts. I envisaged. My creative thought process wandering roads of undefined adventure and passion the magnitude of endless possibilities. He stirred my soul to scintillating explorations... What were those options in his arms? Were we to emplane upon this great and serpentine mission of our souls? And when looking into the greater expanse of the Cosmos were he and I ensphered there among the more magnificent creations? Worlds without end. How would his intensity fuse with my longing to share his dreams and ambitions? Could my Creator possibly reinvent my passion into a living entity? And every moment I found my eyes looking upon him, I saw a piece of my mortality reborn.

This handsome explorer would never know what happened in the deepest passageway of what I can only refer to as the Lost City. How my heart and soul longed to avail him and to be near the warmth of his skin. To softly place my lips upon his and feel the purest form of his commanding presence upon mine. As my thoughts explore new ways to ardor him, to express my utter bliss in this adventure that I would journey with him. He was in my mind my Perfect North. How I imagined a portion of his mortality and charm fused into mine. I have only once in my travels had this dynamic happen. I wish for every woman to have this adventure, this dance.

By this encounter.... Her soul would forever be changed..

And so... There is the dream of him.

L. Elle Farraday