Mădălina Hotnogu

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Sensuality Of Light The way she held herself was always so elegant, her soft hands resting just beneath her chin with her fingers loosely intertwined.

Love changes the chemical balance in the brain like a drug. It is a drug. Food tastes better. The rain on your face feels warm. When you dance it feels as if the notes of music emerge like an invisible chain that links directly to your moving feet... Love is a chemical thing

Thumb moving to the spot on the inside of her leg. The one you found the first time your hand trailed across that skin. The spot that sends current up her leg until you hear that little.

"I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by; And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking." John Mansfield, "Sea Fever."

I so miss doing this just walking and thinking by the ocean, and feeling the sand between my toes. But soon I will be near the ocean again, doing this again.