I want to make love to you, my darling Rosine, in Urquhart Castle overlooking dark Loch Ness towers tumbling onto green pastures cool wind rustling aspen leaves the scrapes of our footsteps stirring ghosts. I want to hold you against the ancient stone so you feel the chill of ages seep into your flesh while our bodies rub hot and wet against one another. I want to travel the world with you stopping to make love amid ancient ruins hollow castles where history was made and lost: Krak des Chevaliers in Syria -tan stone Crusader stronghold; vast Egyptian Mycenae with its beheaded Lion Gate and hilltop view of that rugged land;Chateau Gaillard, commanding the Seine atop 300-foot cliffs brutal edges worn smooth not by defeat but time and peace...I want to make love to you in all the British Isles across Europe and Asia on storming oceans and nighttime seas up and down the Amazon and Nile jungles and deserts: all the places where the world changed; I want to travel the globe with you, absorb history with you and make our own history. I want it all I want it with you, my love.
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