He didn't see me as I watched him from afar. As if feeling my intense stare he looked around, his gaze falling on me like a veil. It caressed my skin with a down feather.  

Whenever he was around; my breath shortened, heat rose in my head and neck, and ripples surged through my thighs.  I needed his touch.  I was clay in his rough hands and my smooth body waited to be molded.

I looked skyward and the sun stealthily sneaked through my fingers. I stepped back into the trees parting blue shadows.  I lay on plush grass and pulled him over me.  Between our legs were the beginning and the end, the alpha and the omega, the door to infinity.  Our love was the creation of the universe and the creation of a grain of sand.

I looked deeply into his eyes.  They were the most remarkable thing, black as a starless night where a fire burns.  We kissed and our souls mingled. His mouth was summer’s ripe fruit, my hunger for him was unquenchable. 

He took me into the temple of his familiar that contained his interleaved stories and I took him into mine.  We knew each other in a way nobody else could.   Having shared our stories, we shared our bodies with tantric love. I lost myself in his embrace.  All I wanted was to please him as much as he pleased me.  My thoughts floated in the river of life and were all about him.  I loved him but it wasn't just love flowing through me, it was a sea of longing.  I loved others but not the way I love Cillian, not with ache, sweetness, and flame.  He had placed his hand on my latch and I was flung wide-opened.
 

When you love you remember everything, the way his eyes rested on me for the first time, and the sound of his voice on my skin. The thought of him made me excited, it felt like a diving bird in my belly.  I will love him my whole life and I will search for him in the next one.