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High

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Marilyn L. Tims

High is a very common word that has multiple definitions.
Some of the classic definitions are: near a peak of culmination, elevated, piercing in tone, weighty, exalted in quality and euphoric or intoxicating. A chimney sweep, for instance, would be referring to altitude, whereas a diva would be referring to tones.
A young person may be speaking of a drug high while his parents, similarly, are referring to alcohol. For me, LIFE is a high. Each day brings new joys, wisdom and tranquillity. To get up with the sun and feel its warmth or to chill with the frost is very intoxicating. These feelings can be compared to performing a composition by Rachmaninoff; in other words, life is so exhilarating that any comparison would be unjust.
The serenity that envelopes me is akin to a hypnotic trance. There is but one other high more superlative than these.
The most important part of my high is my complement. The aura of her naivete is mysteriously captivating. Absorbing the sweet smell of her delicate, feminine and soft flesh, always energizes the undercurrent of my senses. This fragrance has even stimulated a response quite like that of a powerful magnet to a tiny piece of metal. The innocuous gaze from her beautiful eyes is so alluring that I, oftentimes, feel bewitched. Her pathos is
eternally lifting me from my deep paroxysm.
My love, my life and my high are forever within the etchings of my spirit. The sweet and warm softness of her derriere against my thigh can transfix my whole body, as passion surges through me like an electrical current. The resplendent lips that cover me with kisses, get me higher than I ever dreamed possible. There is nothing comparable to the high I'm on when the glistening moisture of her femininity overpowers me into oblivion.
She is the spice of my life. She is everything and anything to me, when and where I need it. Her love is boundless, forever holding me and being me. With her, there is a soaring, beautiful and replenishing high.