passion remains, and i think of you,
your hands splayed against my cool skin
as you claimed my mouth for your own and
opened my darkest desires to your fantasies

your arms around my waist, firm body pressed
to yours, wings enfolding us, as i submit -
willingly, blissfully, unashamedly -
to the heat of your dark fire

you make it burn with me, and for you alone
it blazes out of control, hovering in anticipation
right under my skin and driving me wild with
thoughts of your soft caress against me

i am asleep in your mind, awake in your dreams,
your sole comfort, companion and hope - i am your
reality, and your dreamweaver, for i alone desire you
and i alone possess you

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Khepary, in the year 144 MA.