Tonight I am thankful for the rocking of the ship. It is so gentle and if I quiet my own breathing I can hear, if not imagine, the surf hitting the sides as we move through the dark Caribbean waters.
My mind is still dancing though the music stopped an hour ago. The latin beat persists as my memories haven’t stopped their moving. The motion was effortless, an extension, an expression. My feet, my hands, my back had a life of their own, serving to entertain me and enthrall my partners. The smiling band was incredible.
I am so glad we did this yet again, worth every dollar. If this next breath is my last, I’ll be fully satisfied.
Posted on November 11th, 2007 by admin
Filed under: Dreams
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