I wrote your innocence a long time ago. Folded the sheet in half, hid my love; hid my shame. A long time since past, and the whereabouts of my truth was engulfed in the midst of day to day life. My truth was lost; the words evaporate. But I remember still. How can I forget? So here it is…my truth to you, once more…

Your chamber is inviting. You sleep lightly beneath the mounds of feather I have provided you. An arm, limp, calls me…the other is the support of your tired crown. Asleep you lay. But you feel me, you know I’m coming. I climb in. Slowly. Your warm silky skin slides through my figure, and we fit perfectly as one. We’ve done this before. I wrap my wanting arms around you, anywhere that they’ll fit. This time it’s one against your head, the other buckling you in, tight across your abdomen. I feel the warmth, I feel you. My breath deepens and my heart aches for more, it aches to tell you my truth. I love you. Simple.
My cold feet caress yours to steal their heat; a shiver runs from your toe to thigh. Our legs intertwine, ever so slightly, and soft purple feathers glide over and over. I love that the most. I think you know. My longing cushions your buttocks, and becomes your longing, or at least is given by me. Take it. By now I am enticing you with my wanting fingers; you know where. It’s my favourite place. I can stay here innocently but you know what it means. We both do. I glide them upwards, fingering each dimple, each curve, and embrace your chest. Wait…This is my favourite, not there. It says I love you, I want to protect you. Don’t make me let go, not yet. A brave, dreamy kiss is planted upon your back, upon your muscles. Soft. Sometimes your hand comes to meet mine; my heart dies and is reborn as our fingers engross. You must be awake. You must love me. I try not to move, I want this single moment to last forever and more. I want it to be real, to be our truth. And your scent…oh your scent is enough to fulfil me. My tickling nose snuggles into your hair, I breathe deeply. Inhale. Inhale. Inhale. Hold… And transpire. Angels are smiling now. Every inch of you is perfect. And every inch of me is wanting. Be my truth. Be mine. I love you.