A bind of black silk
across my closed eyes
He speaks softly
as if to reassure me
He touches my hand
bringing it’s satiny touch
to his lips and kisses it
He smells of all things wonderful
My lips quiver
then bitten
I’m trying to hold back
thoughts he can’t read
His hands open my gown
warm like the fire
yet just as I dreamed
on those nights when
unfulfilled desires kept me awake
when the world was still
My breath quickens while he watches me
as my gown gives way
falling silently to the floor
too long to wait
moons went to sliver
to full, to new, to just a smile
too many times
as I wondered if the winds of fortune
would bring us together
“Down my beautiful angel,”
Strong hands on shoulders
push me to my knees
fingers tangle in my hair
His sword is drawn
its heat against my lips
parting them, invading a void
her longing desire for nothing more
my fantasy turning into reality
I need to be here
this is my place
this is my safe
