I did not take him like a thief at night;
I opened him like dawn upon the sea.
Each gasp he gave, I held with slow delight,
A prayer unfolding soft beneath my knee.

I straddled him, not harsh; but like a tide,
Unrushed, unshaken, deep with knowing grace.
I watched him writhe, unarmored, open-eyed,
My hands a map across his breathless face.

"Let go," I whispered, and he did; he fell
Into my rhythm, tethered by my name.
I kissed his ribs, his jaw, his heat, his hell,
Until he shook with something more than flame.

He moaned like worship; raw, and free, and true.
And when he came undone, I came with him too.

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Chronos, in the year 979 AF.