*Norah*
The wind blows softly, gently, whispering its secrets to the leaves in the trees that grow haphazardly along the banks of the river. Sitting on a blanket of bright red, orange, and yellow, colors and designs that River has described in vivid detail, I have never known such contentment. That it is a false happiness, I refuse to acknowledge. That it is fleeting I don't dare contemplate.
I have this moment, this day, with a man whom I know I will love forever. He awakened me at midnight, and again at dawn, his hands, his lips, his hardened body weaving magical sensations, each touch a gift, each moan a song.
As though we were a normal couple with the luxury of courtship, he brought me here to enjoy the cool breeze blowing off the Rio Grande, the shade of the trees, and the joy of h
