The gift of words and the value of life

I remember the mornings long ago when i was young and out living life full of desire, painting a life of beauty and delight walking on sandy beachs and dreaming the big dreams,

Making new friends where ever i might be not afraid of new adventures or lust a moment in time a soft kiss on the lips from a beautiful woman a walk on the beach

days of bright sunshine on distant lands a trip across India in a train like days of old the magic and mystery before me unfold. meeting strange people amazing and so inspiring to see; to hold my breath and go risk all out of deep desire to understand

opening doors where i would have no control and not fear what might come, living on the edge and enjoying the sights and food tastes so amazing and new.

Building long term friendships across the sea as i focus on understanding the world from outside my own comfort zone knowing that its better to move forward then to sit and distress over what i cannot control, or talking with some beautiful woman near an ancient building built thousands of years ago by a ottoman caliph towering in the afternoon haze.

LIfe is profound be brave and strive so hard to touch the stars and met amazing creatures where ever you can go, so much delight the things i have done traveled across the sky to far off lands wandered on beach’s on the Arabian sea riding wild arabian stallion and tasting such amazing spices and smells all around.

living life to the edge touching the sky being bold and never regretting the things chosen along the way; this life has been filled with amazing things i can barely describe. staying with new friends in houses of marble and stone listening to foreign languages and being astounded and impressed that i have had the chance to travel and embark on a journey still pressing to the limit of my skill;

I have met such amazing women from far off lands road the train with a family we spent the whole journey sharing our thoughts and ideas this life the places we live and how we can build on our dreams.

Shabana Parveen a woman i met one afternoon in New Delhi she took my breath away her smile and olive brown sky baked in the tropical sun the deep green eyes i could not escape her stare the warm soft touch of her hand from this mysterious place i had read about as a child; making the travels across it so profound to remember each moment the fine tastes and delight to think of holding her close and here her sweet sounds.

Over a life time we can choose to do amazing things with our time we can send our hopes and dreams to the stars and touch the profound be blessed with friendship and love in far off places we never thought would be within our very grasp. to find love and desire to see that your worth so much to those you just met

passion and desire lust and beauty to drown your soul to walk on distant beach’s and walk holding her hand listening to her story and what she dreamed all her life. magic and passion lust and desire hours of heated emotions and seconds of sheer delight.

Holding your dreams and grasping at stars walking on the water of life and making it ours. made with definition and desire seeking the same gifts and dreams hoping we can share our time and enjoy the abundance of desire to hold each other before a giant beach bon fire.

Open your eyes so i can look deep inside open your eyes and speak softly to me about what you see when you look at me share your hopes over time and the things you dream each day as a child. maybe we can go on an adventure and walk hand in hand or let me kiss your full rose coloured lips and hold your curvacious body in my arms let me love you for hours and whisper to you as i watch you sleep under the silk sheets in pale blue.

Wake up next to me and kiss me on the neck hold my hand when your happy and laugh while we wrestle and play be amazing and delightful share all that you are with me let me kiss you all over and hold your sweet curves that i admire so much let me whisper sweet nothings into your ears as i carress your golden brown hair and let me love you until the sun comes up and maybe we can go on a trip to the sea maybe to a distant mountain and walk on a tree covered trail hiking across the canyon and listen to the wind blowing gentley thru the trees.

Published by GammA SollA7

the taste of warm honey the dream of the stars the world is my oyster and her smile my escape a world filled with magic women of passion and beauty beyond compare how can i better express my deep love and commitment to change the world and provide women a platform to bring about the change that the universe deserves and expects women are the source of creation not the burden and at Magik is to bring them together and realize both their true potential and he dynamic forces the have put me here to bring universal empowerment not on sex but on eternal vibrations of perpetual power and beauty

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