The oceans breeze touches the tip of my nose as the sweet aroma feverishly entices me. I walk slowly, allowing the sand to tickle my body wherever it sees fit. Behind me I can feel your presence, masculine and strong, guarding me with your protective sheath. I feel your breath start to caress my shoulders,
I am a dreamer. I walk between worlds on the path of loneliness with a fearless heart. I keep my feet on the ground and my head in the clouds. I shoot for the moon and swing among the stars. I see with my eyes but listen with my heart.
The first time I knew I could kill was when I was pregnant. No weapons necessary. The amount of strength and endurance you have is only matched by maybe superman and he could never tolerate the process of giving birth.
