We danced with such abandon in the warm humid evening air. There was something about the heat of summer that set our spirits free. Maybe it was how the sun lingered longer. Or, how free she felt twirling in her barely-there sundress.
Or, how we simply sank to the blanket, laid on the ground where we made love. Completely in tune with each other as our bodies writhed in orgasmic pleasure.
I realised that paradise isn’t a place you go to at the end.
Paradise is simply moments being wrapped in the soul of someone I love
