Where there is love for him, there is an undying lust. It burns in me, a temple of desire, a feast of love that has no match. 

My heart loved him before my eyes could comprehend what my soul knew. My body ached in desire before my fingers gripped his flesh, and my lips tasted his kiss. 

My mouth savours his name, dripping in delighted sweetness, angelic and carnivorous in every syllable. He the man of my every waking and sleeping dream, the only father, spirit, king, consort, husband my soul has ever known. 

My body shakes in his kiss, from his touch, from his filling heated seed that impregnates me. I have been stretched and fitted to his size, no other has claim to me. 

My mouth breathes his name, my body spills and is over flooded with his soul. The wind no match to the burning heat that funnels between us. 

He and I, I and He…