Will you follow me?

Arjay's picture

I must take you to that place. Slowly shall we go. Up that high mountain, to that peak of passionate embrace before the clouds thunder and release the rains and make the journey treacherous. You must breath that rarified air that causes the lungs to expand in desperation of more until they adjust to the purer ethers. That place far above where you give up the goal and the seeking and just surrender to floating above the earth. That place where the heart becomes most raw and vulnerable, exposed to cupids arrows. That place where a single touch reverberates through your soul and body like a tremor through the earth. Then my beloved will you understand my continence. There may we build our oratory, a house of prayer, and sing from fulness of bosom and belly a song though every nerve and cell. Eternity awaits our orison, ready to enfold us in the wings of angels.

Arjay

Marnia's picture

Will you follow me?

mmmmmmm....thanks