Here, the sun comes to me every morning, we greet each other with an embrace and he begins nibbling at my ears, moving down my neck and shoulder to my spine, the curves of my hip, belly, and breasts and so begins our day of lovemaking, his fingers slipping over every inch of my skin, we toss, we tangle, his breath warm in my hair, between my toes—I take him places he has never seen and we make new lands of love, going at it for hours, I soak up all his juices, sweat them out, the sheets a mess until, spent, he must rest at last, so fades and sinks to sleep. It is then, only then, that he comes to you.