Yours

I sat, calm, prepared, and yet in no way ready. You entered. My life was over from that moment forward. And maybe all the clocks really did stop, not just in our hearts, and maybe each second thereafter is a tribute to all that we have become. Lost as I am in your grace, devoted as I am to your beauty. Prone, naked and bleeding, and offered forth in faith to the allure of our untouchable desire. Moments that will feed me long after they're gone. All of it, yours. All there could ever be.