The vulnerability felt like winter blisters that conquered the human flesh like cool lava after a volcanic eruption. I was at the peak of desires that penetrated the cells that covered my body. It was moonlight, ocean waves, sunsets that enveloped my mind, body, and spirit. Enthralled by the mystic fragrance of infinite possibility. Danced the moonlight away without realizing that hours, minutes, and seconds were drifting away. Our love stood still, and we were the only ones to feel the sensational vibrations of purity and profound engagement. It took us only a quick glance to see that we were destined to be together; we teleported three lifetimes and could see that we were an item, a couple that enchanted the ancestors. It lifted our spirits, inspired by the mystical bewilderment of the unknown. It felt like an addiction that enticed our cravings. The more we got closer, the more we wanted. It ignited the flames that laid dormant for years; it aroused our every sensation which is indescribable to the average person, but when you have lived and survived underneath the sea for so long. Your sensitivity to life is heightened to every sight, taste, emotion, and sensation. The body aligned with ease; it was strange, beautiful, and magical simultaneously; as the ocean rocks clashed with the waves of the ocean, it received it with full embrace. Matrimonial bliss was unified by saying hello, the energy flowed between the two of us, was the seal, and the rings were exchanged by laughter. The emotional blanket was secured with our words that came from the inner depths of our hearts. No plagiarizing, bullshit, or filter was needed when we placed our testimony before the highest court. Many agonizes to search for words and emotions, but it flowed like the ocean that lay before us, which provided us a treasure trove of jewels. It was an orchid that many could never find, but we found it only a couple of hours. The unity that forged us was seized with opportunity, intoxication, and passion for life. In effect, it blossomed like a flower filled with spirituality, love, and depth. Intimacy was in harmony, dazzled with the sensation of your touch. Like the sunset, it was captured on the east; as the sunset, we enveloped the moment as though it was our last. Infinite waters never die, nor never end. It leads to a destination that ultimately merges to a path, which can be found when two decide to take the leap together. The satiable gnarling of the spirit that you possessed sparked me to find the secrecy that was buried at the belly of the sea. Smooth seas never made a skilled sailor. The stormy weather prepared for us for the tide, which was headed in our direction. The anchor held stood firm in the middle of the ocean and gave us the journey or map to reach our unconditional testimonial quest of salvation. Yes, our leaps and bounds were encapsulated by our decisions but could be solidified for a reason, season, and maybe a lifetime. Ultimately, it was up to the divine spirits within us to decide how to read the compass before us. Separated by the seas of water, continents, and countries, but our hearts could join in spirit, like three lifetimes ago, when we loved without any restrictions or commitment to any jurisdiction. We rise like a Taj Mahal, sing our hearts with lullabies, and perfume the town with our passion. The intensity of passion melted and left everyone hopeful about what true love looked like. It was a true testament of time on the love that was shared and unconditional love. Our sexual connection with a spiritual awakening healed us every time we connected. The tears and emotions were raw, honest, and intense. Our feelings were expressed with authenticity and vulnerability, like the tears I am saying while writing this to you, my nautical lover. My heart bleeds with pain as I am haunted by our shared moments. It agonizes me to hold you and say we can do this without any interruptions. The reality doesn’t change, karma is a bitch, and I cannot succumb to those attachments that may lead to disappointments, heartache, and painful decisions like hatred. I can only hold to you, like the lover we were, three lifetimes ago. Pressed with admiration, curiosity, love, and passion-filled our hearts, mind, body, and spirits. We were one, a force that was not breakable, defended each passionately without hesitation. Morning catches us with a warm embrace and leaves us with an insatiable appetite for an evening dessert. A morning rise captured the seasons of erotic abundance. Those chestnut dimples never ended but exploded with caramel drippings. The Arctic Circle radiated in motion when wrapped with divine intervention. As you eavesdropped before saying hello, you noticed a natural pull from the universe to engage and penetrate on other levels, which gave you the sensation to seek more knowledge, just as we did, three lifetimes ago. It was a nostalgic moment when looking through the window because it was something familiar, and you knew that it was something formidable and solid like yesterday’s love. We acquiesced to our vulnerability and submitted to our orgiastic pleasures. Trusting the process of letting go, knowing the potentiality of unconditional love could return to its rightful owner. There’s nothing more pleasurable placing total submission to your lover that you trust, love, and share the innermost desires, pains with together. Generosity comes in different forms, and it came back to rekindle the light that was dimmed for a long time. I am thankful and grateful for the encounter and for allowing me to embrace what I needed to hear, feel and see at the same time. I am hoping it was mutual to you as well, nautical lover. Yours Truly, Nautical Goddess
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