Soulmate of Mine,
When you enter my quarters during the witching hour, my heart flutters with fear and desire. You slip into my bed and under my covers, like a thief in the night. The heat of your loins and passion in your heart flows over me like high tide. I lie there, pretending to still be asleep. I breathe more quickly, eagerly anticipating your touch. As your fingers glide gently across my bare skin, I wonder how I could be so lucky. Out of all the gentlemen in the land, you've chosen me. Your hand slowly rises to my mouth, surely to keep me from crying out in pleasure. You lower my pantaloons, and edge ever closer to my most sacred of domains. Before you take me, I quickly remove your hand from my mouth and say, "No, Skyrider. Not this night." You guffaw and state incredulously, "Ur my gf ffs". And with that, the fear subsides, and I know this to be true. Clearly, my hesitation was misplaced. I melt into your arms as you thrust inside of me. With every stroke, I find myself closer to seeing the face of God. In those 4 seconds of passion and love, I am an optimist, and I know that mankind is capable of accomplishing so much good. In those very, very brief moments, I aim to change the world to better reflect you and all that you stand for. As you fill me with your seed, and collapse in exhaustion, I am thankful to the Lord that, if only for a night, I knew true love. You retreat from my bed, and head out the door with haste, ensuring no one knows that which you ride. But I know one night soon, we will meet again. Until such time, I store your batter inside of a jar. I intend to gargle its contents every other day until you deem me worthy for a revisit.
With Great Love and Affection,
Your Lover,
Zeonix
