Mountain Return

I escape into rugged altitude, above the developed fence lines, a winding trail my compass. Sleeping on rich earth. Listening to the songs of the pines, as alpine gales carry fresh growth. Alone, with the sun on my naked shoulders, I bathe in virgin streams. I refresh my appetite with sweet berries. Native brook trout crackle over my campfire. Plans of complete withdrawal creep into my thoughts, while I sit, lost in the glow of the embers. Return to the modern life does not move me. But, I have visions of you standing in the valley, beckoning. Your curves in soft light entice. The lustrous aroma of your hair I covet. I am drawn to your flirtatious eyes. My weakness is your inviting smile. When I do break this isolation, affection will rain down on your neglected body. My hands will search out your every surface. I will hold you through the rapturous night, indulging our passionate desires. And you will know why I returned!