The story...

She was feeling the flow, there to grow… Ready to Expand & explore. 
Restore. 
Twas a cool misty evening… He took her up to the mountains. Everything was perfect. The scene. Weather. His presence… The sensual. Romantic. Serene…atmosphere.
His sincere terms.
She doesn’t know why she felt the way she felt… Coulda been the scene, the weather, his presence. All in all, the familiar scent of love was roaming the air. The appetite for seduction was definitely there. 
On top of these mountains, there she was… Snapping photos, capturing moments, looking as golden as the sun setting directly behind her…. While he stares. She feels. He leans.. Breathes. Heavily on her nape. That moment; her great escape. The sun sets and the moon rises. They kiss. Moments later, touch. The rush… The heat.. The amber energy. It’s all too much. Too much so quickly. Feelings flowing naturally. They can’t handle it. Well actually, apparently, she can’t handle it. She’s feeling.. And falling. Bad. But wait, cause he was too. Funnily, she hadnt felt any of these tantric melts .. But, all he did was feed her bull. 
Shit, that is. & so she fell.
Quickly, She left his city. Came back to reality. 
And they put it all behind them and never spoke again. She then, opened her eyes and awoke. 
It was just a serene dream…