Some of us have known it, others have yet to experience it, but we are all waiting or looking for it. It will come.

 

"I often have this strange, penetrating dream,” we whisper in the warm, enveloping caramel arms of and the sweet, ripe fruitiness of . There is a vague but strong hope, nurtured alone on a blanket of yesteryear, when the hope, the dream, becomes reality, when the meeting takes place, at last, and everything makes sense.

 

This is a home, a haven, a shelter.

Words fail us, but our souls speak to each other in complete transparency.

Our ancient hearts find their way back together.

I already know you, we say.

From our first morning of buttered bread and , savored in the laurels of yesterday.

We soar, intoxicated, high on , infused with and . Full of that body, the feeling we want to devour.

On the pillow, we leave our signature, the bare skin effect of , the undress of and . We'll meet again tonight, tomorrow or in another life.