My LoverbySilverwolf ©![]() My lover I run my hand over the still damp white sheet beside me. Her fine black hairs clinging to it and the pillow beneath me. Stepping from bed, I glance out the window to see her sniffing the roses in an evening glow. My mate. In the bathroom, as I look in the mirror, a smile passes my lips at the thought. I never believed I’d find such love, such commitment. So many nights in that same bed, each with a different partner, each unfulfilled. Always afterwards standing here, the man in the mirror staring blankly back, telling silently of his disgust, his shame. I expected that shame the first night with her, so different in species and style from the others. Instead I found him smiling back, eyes filled with wonder. Proud of the pleasure I gave her, thrilled with that she provided me. The wonder was there still. After years she still amazed me, the sight and smell and touch of her exciting me more each day, her companionship comforting me faithfully every night. I knew as long as I loved her, I’d never feel alone again. Going to the bedroom door, I watched her come in, scurrying up on the bed to lay her delicate head on our pillow and wait my return. A gentle, fragile little dog, She was my friend, my lover, my mate, and no one could make me more happy than she. silverwolf "Site content and stories Copyright secured 1998-2003 Silverwolf & Silverwolf Industries" "E-mail the Author at silverw122@netscape.net" |