i still wish it can happen.
are my dreams too specific?
to me, it's just passionate love.
henry's mother spoke of seeing her lulu dance as making her the happiest she's ever been...
her supple figure wrapped in the delicate pink lace gift wrapping of costume.
shy shy shy smile sweetening everything as we watch and she knows we are watching.
i agree. i have never seen anything like her before.
i believe it. whenever she wants to be closer to happiness she thinks of lulu dance. she poses this method to henry for finding his own happiness.
my mind wanders softly back the memory of laying with my love with tears of gratitude sweeping down my cheeks.
the most secure and the most beautiful.
everything i ever need around me: my love, his heartbeat, his voice, his warmth, his strength... this is heaven on earth.
could it be possible to take this feeling with us, everywhere.. tenderly giving love to each place we visit. ~
engraving our initials into trees
and feverishly gasping through kisses in desperation for a secluded place to fuck one another.
biting love-wounds into flesh and clawing passion into skin as though wishing to become part of one another.
to physically consume, we are such primative animals and now so powerful.