Love walked in on a Saturday
Tiptoed to the edge of the bed and
Slipped nearly silently beneath the cool sheets
The only indication a whisper in my ear
I suspect he'd been concealing himself
For some time just behind the closed door
Waiting for a hint that he'd be met with open
Tenderness and safety, passion and abandon
Love caressed me softly, brushed the hair
Back from my face, held me tightly against him
There was no hesitation in his words only
Desire, veneration, wanting, insistence
From me, he easily extracted plans and
Promises for the moment in front of us,
The tomorrows waiting around the corner
Words from me never before spoken
I am bound to him, but without ties or shackles
I belong to him, but without obligation
I love him, without inhibition, with all that I am
Love is here for all the Saturdays to come
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