When He wakes, My Master makes the bed in which I will lay with my Lover. He bids me to undress before another, watching me patiently, hidden behind the screen of my salon.
I make myself ready, dress myself in silver and silk; a faint weaving of threads to cover my body, soon to evaporate with his touch like the rising of the sun touches a mist over the morning ground.
My Lover enters the keep, unbidden with his key in hand. This is the courtesy that he has been granted by My Master, to enter into His court and preside there in His absence.
Hungrily My Lover approaches me. He casts aside my wraps and enters into me. He gives me all of the respite that I desire, and requires nothing in return from me but the essence of my existence.
We join together, come together as one; We pass our brief but precious moments drifting in and out of each other, drifting in and out of dreams soft and pleasant as they are lustful and passionate.
When our rendezvous is over and we part ways, we are already waiting for the next encounter, already aching for the next caress. Each time, he returns me to the care and keeping of My Master, standing patiently aside as He takes me back into the safety of His sanctuary.
That transition is a precious moment, a moment in which they carry me in the space between them, a moment in which they reflect each other with strength and passion equal to that which they share for me.
But where do I find Myself, in these spaces between? I sometimes seek to capture a moment that is only for Me, but I always come to realize; My spaces are empty without the love which they have shared with me. My moments are always most pleasant when they are not only my own to remember. Through me, we share in that love together, a heart thrice joined as a force of One to conquer the sorrows of the world outside.