Sitting there... I watch you.
You tend the gold and amber flames,
Icy-blue hues upon me.
I feel weakened.
I look away.
Within moments, you are upon me...
Fingers in my hair, large hand upon my back,
face so near to mine.
Your skin smells of wood-smoke and earth.
I close my eyes, drifting out of my body.
The forest: our backdrop.
The nightingale: our song.
The fire: our only light.
Our hearts beating as one: our rhythm.
"Look at me," you demand.
I am flushed, breathless...
Eyes wander upward;
emerald to meet sapphire.
"You are mine," you say in warm whisper.
I begin to protest, to pull away...
But you hold me firm, you hold me tight.
You tell me not to resist...
You tell me to forget everything else... if just for tonight.
I am helpless.
I am mere putty in your hands.
What can I do?
My flesh is scorching... my spirit awakened.
"Yes... yes... all right."
I am yours.
Tonight... there is no other.
I shall not fight.