Do you ever wonder about me? Do you sometimes muse about the destiny that might have been woven for us? I must confess, the sensation of your lips lingers within me still. The tremors of your touch on my hips persist, etched against the wall; our fervor resonates as if we defied restraint. Do you still hold the memory of my hands entwined within your hair, as I held your face? Do you remember that I also saw a boat that night? I plead with you, do not let the memory of me fade. May your lips curve into a smile when thoughts of that enchanting night traverse your mind. For that is the very dance my heart performs when thoughts of you stir within me.
Post image is the famous painting ‘Snow Storm: Steam-Boat off a Harbour’s Mouth’ by J. M. W. Turner