Sweet Jasmin Kisses
This is a story about real love, about fantasy, but the emotions are real...
The dawning of morning has arrived, the air is filled with the aroma of fresh Jasmin, it's misting dew falls softly as the oceans breeze radiates with it's fragrance, as the breeze flows the aroma is tantalizing as sweet kisses to my lips..As the suns warmth radiates upon me, caressing and soothing to my soul, it's reflection shimmers on the oceans misting spews, as Kaleidoscope of morning hues of crimson light..as I stand against the railing that over-looks the view of the ocean, I can hear the waves crashing against the golden cliffs, the wind catches the spews of water, it's refreshing as the mist falls softly against my skin...the sun's perch's at the oceans edge it's fiery passion of crimson red is refreshingly breath-taking, as it fits perfectly in the distant blue sky..in the quietness of my most intimate thoughts, I find such peace in the sound that the water makes as it's crashes against the golden cliffs beneath me! Embracing the warmth of the morning sun's ray's, thoughts of this extraordinary man, tantalizing thoughts enrapture my soul, consuming me...every sensual touch eludes my thoughts, I can feel my anticipation heightening, finding it difficult at times to simply catch my breath..he has only been gone for a few days, but it feels like forever..we share such a deep connection, our souls will forever be as one, my body tingles as I imagine him holding me in his arms, holding me close I can actually feel his heartbeat against mine, I could live forever inside his embrace! His heartbeat is the only sound I hear in the silence, we share a perfect delectable kiss, he whispers I love you, for it is moments like this we share making our journey incredible and simply breath-taking and ever lasting...I will cherish and treasure the gift of the beautiful man forever, our hearts fit perfectly within...

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