Saturday, September 01, 2012

In the tropical island by Webbielady

In the tropical island  by Webbielady

It can't be true! It can only be a dream.  

Hmmmmm... how relaxing.. how lovely... Mmmazing... The warm white sand soothing my naked body feels like ecstasy. At arm's length lies my fresh coconut juice in its own dehusked shell. I took a couple of sips out of it, slowly savoring the fresh sweet juice. It's sheer pleasure. Sitting like a Roman against the sun-bathing rattan chair, I could completely enjoy the view of those coconut and other palm trees casting the shadows of their dancing leaves against the warm white sand.

And I said to myself, "I love this dream".

I continued to "devour" that marvelous situation as the scent of salty waters filled my nostrills while the sea breeze, fresh, mild and aromatic at the same time, hit my naked physique like a mild Shiatsu. I inhaled deeply feeling the healthy oxygen the breeze was offering to my physical being for nourishment and for my soul to survive.

I affirmed to myself, "it can't be real".

Ohh how relaxing, how pleasing, how mind-relaxing. I almost moaned out loud with the moment's pleasure as three perfectly shaped and tanned ladies passed by, smiling at me sweetly. Oh those inviting smiles! And those glorious skimpy bikinis made me whistle out of tune. Those warm eyes seem to challenge my masculinity. "What a paradise it is here," I thought and I repeated for the last couple of times, "it can only be a dream. It can only be a dream." 

I slowly opened my eyes and turned my head in the direction of my office window. There's no hope outside, it's gloomy, cloudy, drizzly and windy as always in my EPO office location in Rijswik, Netherlands. What else can I expect in the middle of winter? I can only dream. Or worse, I can only day-dream!