Two halves Of A Whole

Sleep clouded

Her eyes

As she lay

Wrapped in

White cotton

Her body

Aching

From their

Breathtaking evening

And His love

Flesh striped

And marked

Tender to the touch

But aching

For more

His passion

A drug to her

An addiction

A need

So powerful

Wincing

Moving to sit

White cotton

Falling with

A subtle hiss

Eyes locking

On his

Dressed all in black

Masterfully watching

His charge

In the high back chair

In the corner of the room

Guarding His little one

Whilst she

Slept

Leaving the bed

She walked

To Him

His hands pulling her

Down onto Him

Curled in His arms

Secure in their love

She sighed happily

Knowing she was

His little one

His protection

And love

Made her forget

The hurt, made her

Safe and secure

Her love

And the trust

She gave Him

Made His heart

Swell

Together they

Had found

Their matching half

Finally they had found

Their perfect one.

© S.J Warner 2014.

(Pictures sourced from the Internet).