It seems implausible that I could miss someone I never knew. Yet, it feels as though I already knew and missed you before I met you. I was drawn to and hypnotized by your natural beauty. More than a casual, fleeting sensation, I experienced you through all my senses on a deeper level. I dreamed of a day when you would reveal yourself to me in your womanly form.
Wrapped and hiding in your winter facade, you first appeared cloaked in a mystical haze which only belied the beauty within. I was drawn in to explore and unfold your layers, but was met with resistance. Your vibrant hues and layers remained hidden from view. This is much like the metaphorical mask we each wear that hides our inner mysteries and beauty from the outer world.
I knew you were there…waiting to unfold and blossom in the springtime of our loving.
Before my eyes, your beauty transformed with the seasons. With each glance, I struggled to breathe as you filled my eyes with wild wonder as passion’s flame burst forth in spring and burned hot in the summer of our love. You are divine and infinite.
I see and feel you in the beauty of rivers, forests, mountains, and the heavens…in the flow and interconnectivity of it all with my soul. Your sweeping curves are kissed by heavenly light and are, without question, a gift from above. Like fall, you are a vibrant explosion of color, layered, and exquisite…so much more than one fleeting glance can absorb and appreciate. You deserve close, deep, endless exploration to discover and unfold all your beauty.
Revealed and open, your wetness is a gushing river. Your sensuality is a smooth, deep lake. In my eyes and through all my senses, you embody all that is beautiful and deep in this world. I realize now that I have been making love to you my entire life. I recently returned to the place where I first felt your presence. You were with me, just as you have always been, in this Mountain of Dreams.
Immersed in the passionate blaze of romantic love, I wrote the above tribute to Sienna. At the time, it felt as if we were united souls walking hand-in-hand in the realm of the gods. I’m now several years removed from that time and have since been on a journey of discovery and quest for deeper meaning. I’ve learned a little along the way. I believe Mountain of Dreams is a tribute to what I see and feel as the soul of a woman. It is my soul’s projection of my ideal woman – my anima, my dream girl. She may be an illusion but she is my dream, and I find her in you. Thank you for giving her wings to soar🌹
Sienna is a lover from my past. An index with story links chronicling our loving, erotic journey is available here: Sensual Shadows.