"Romance is the glamour which turns the dust of everyday life into a golden haze" Carolyn Gold Heilbrun
As these summer nights meander into the dawn, I start to long for a summer romance. The type of summer tryst which leaves you breathless with passion. Anticipation curls around you constricting.. Pulsating.. Pheromones of your lover heightening your senses. Skin tingling from gossamer touches.. Feathery lustful breaths trailing down your spine. The feel of wanton kisses. Lips and tongues tangled in yearning. Breathing your lover's essence and exhaling salacious moans of wanton hunger. The smell of bliss filled atonement hanging in the air like wisps of incense. Fingertips tracing unfamiliar territory delighting in their journey. Greedy.. Insatiable craving for more although you are spent. Restless.. Impatient.. Demanding as well as yielding. Relishing in the salty sweet savory taste of infatuation knowing that when fall approaches with its shortened days, this garden of euphoria will wither and fade away. This is what summer romance is composed of. I am more than ready to enjoy a summer romance. I want my long summer days to end with a golden haze.

Comments (2)

On July 22, 2009 at 8:34 AM , Liv said...

Always a beautiful thing. What is it about summer that opens our minds up to the possibilities of romance? Winter makes us hide, summer brings us out. Out into the world, away from keyboards and TV's, phones and ipods. Summer, delicious summer. What is it about summer that makes us want to get closer, and even more sweaty? What is it about summer that makes us want to touch one another as much as possible? What is it about summer that makes us speak to each other in grunts, moans and screams? Making our feelings / likes / dislikes known in a string of sometimes incoherent phrases. Conveying pleasure with spasms and instinctively grabbing to maintain contact. All the while, constantly and consistently driving your point home.

Summer.

 
On July 22, 2009 at 10:25 PM , Absentminded Oracle said...

WOW! I will never tire of being impressed by your words. I am flattered by such a poetic reply. I am glad such thought was invoked.