When I imagine myself with the man I'm looking for, the image of the beach soaked by waves comes to my mind... The sun is hot in the blue, open sky.... I hear the seagulls calling and the rhythm of the waves, as regular as the heart beats... I seeing the horizon the sparkling embrace between the sky and the sea, with only few scattered, fluffy clouds adding texture to the color... And then, I imagine myself sitting in the warm sand, feeling the softy breeze through my hair... The air smells of wet algae and faraway sands...
I don't know how my man looks like....I recognize I'm in his presence by that feeling of happy, effortless contentment.
With him, going for a swim or sipping a drink, walking through the water or laying in the sun, dancing or chatting over a glass of wine, creates the same excitement. The pi?a colada tastes sweeter, the water is testier, the energy flows at higher level, the aroma of the wine is stronger, and the wine itself makes me lose myself...
