Sarah and Serre rode those peaks of physical bliss higher
and longer and more divinely than most peaks dared to rise to receive such
attainment. They tipped and topped and
rode them into thin crisp clear high mountain air
of that box canyon's mesa rims. Their breath deep,
shallow, short, long, full, soft and sweet.
Taking delivery of their souls' flights and journeys with breathlessness and awe of their spiritual journey.
The peaks remained breathless. The canyons deep and cool in the heat of
passion. Sweetness basked in their
hearts as they held onto one another in the waning light.
Kat
20 January 2015
