Hearts On Fire

Well. I guess you can guess it. The story started. Just like that. Suddenly it had a beginning. We are in a scene with a man and a woman. You do not know them yet. Of course. Give it a bit of time and enjoy the ride. He was one of the most gorgeous male beings. Wow. Hey now. I am sure the universe had its best day when it made him. She was from a similar production. My God. You would instantly fall in love with her inner beauty. We even don't mention her outer beauty. I am so sorry guys, I am sure you would love to hear more details. Accept that she is stunning. Acceptance helps a lot.

She was wearing a long dress. White. Yes. A summer dress, let's call it like that. It makes it easier for our collective imagination. The sun was shining brightly. Those summer days. Always good to remember them. Long hair. Very long hair. Moving slowly in the breeze of life. She was resting on the couch. Sipping from a glass of water. Simple picture. A day so beautiful. He watched her. Noticed how female she was and loved it. Compare it to a perfect movie and the need to watch it over and over again. He was so in love with her that he decided to do so.

His eyes had this boyish playfulness. You know what I mean, don't you. She felt it. She let her feet dance. A dancer she was. Always flowing with her best moves. They were a couple since a long time. Embracing it to the fullest. He had a white shirt on and black pants. Not the long ones, boxers. Imagine it. Don't blush. It is fine. His lips corners made an upwards move. He showed how fortunate he felt to be with her. O o o. Then he started the fire. Inside her heart. First the temperature got moderate than it went higher and higher.

Higer and higher. That is where they were going. A wonderful moment in time. Longing for more and more. The walls turned into a field of delicious roses. Ready to kiss their sensual skin. The scent was sent in all directions through space and time. Can you smell it? The colors of the fire were smooth and perfect. Orange, red and yellow. A painter's view. They talked to each other. A language so pure. Nature loved their small talk and listened a bit. Just out of curiosity. Nothing more than that. Allowed to do so. The music played, the beats strong and touching.

The little girl in her played with the little boy in him as long as they needed to become the special man and woman they were meant to be. The process was going as it should. Transformation, change another round. Hair, skin, scent, hands, feet, bodies, hearts and minds became part of a secret love melody. The lyrics would appear on the walls. The walls of red roses. So unique. Love in the air. The birds became students. For a lifetime. Sexy lady. Loving man. No thoughts, only vibes. Vibes and more of good energy.

They travelled together. Holding each other. Softly. Gently. Kindly. They could taste the next round of smooth sensual encounters. Hungry for more. The fire caressed them both. With patient care. Detailed and thorough. As planned by a higher force. Their hearts reflected their souls. A beautiful view for the ones that really see. Dancing in circles. Round and round. He whispered in her ears: ' I love talking to you'. She replied: 'Baby, I love listening to your voice'. Slow dancing. Passionately. In love. He told her his life story. She listened to every word. Smiled. Danced. Touched his hands. And ...

More she said. I want more. He laughed. Not surprised about her eagerness. That is why he fell in love with her. She was open to love deeper and deeper. With every layer removed, their love became stronger. Stronger, deeper, more mystic. They saw parts that were so interesting, not afraid to open up to an even higher level. His shirt was removed. And now I let your imagination do the work. I won't mention more words. I hear their music. It goes on and on ... and the fire, my God that fire had the most beneficial gifts inside it. Tingled. Then. Treasured. In their unique loving warmth.

Liesbeth Leysen, Msc. Internationale Management