June 21st

Manhattan New York, USA

Two hours a day.

Three days a week. 

She saw him two hours a day, three days a week. 

He was a drug. 

The good kind. 

Strengthening her system, weakening her fears. 

He didn't make love to her sometimes during their visits.  Sometimes they spoke, softly as they lay in each other's arms. 

Her head on his chest, his fingers in her hair. Sometimes he would strip her of her clothes, her shield. 

His touch would possess her spin, her thigh. 

He knew her. Everything there was to know about her, he knew. 

He wanted to memorize her, to possess her on everywhere master could not. 

But he did want to own her. 

He made her smile, blush, giggle.  She was bolder now. She dared to possess him. Inhale him, claim him as hers. 

Gosh. 

He did something to her soul. It no longer belonged to her. 

Her heart beat for him; lived for him. 

Slow and steady. 

Fast and Wild. 

When they parted ways, all she could see was him.  When she moved, she felt him. In her, with her. His strength guiding her. He molded her princess into a Queen.

She holds her head high. No longer does she cower in the presence of Kings. 

She displays her beauty. Walks with confidence, purpose. 

She speaks without being spoken too. She sings for her children.

Shower them with the woman who once was stood in her place. 

She could appreciate them now, love them for the ice around her heart was melting.

Piero took Sarah to Spain one day. A summer getaway with the Queen of his life. 

He sent his children to Italy for the summer, the dona demanded to see her grandchildren. 

She spent the night in his arms. 

His lips against her. 

His skin against hers. 

His arms wrapped around her waist, his thrusting upwards. 

Her cries of pleasure filled his suite, her eyes locked with his. 

She sunk her nails into flesh, marked him as her. 

His essence was euphoric. 

She looked at him

He looked at her. 

He pushed her over the edge and she came to another place. 

Lips parted and breathing whispering "I love you" 

Because she did. She was, undoubtedly, uncontrollably in love with him.

And the beautiful part was that he too was in love with her.