The heat of the night, like a thick wool blanket falls all around us.
A thin rope moves between my fingers, I think of the soft, cool, wetness that is you as I tie the knots that hold your hands above your head. The feel of your smooth skin below my fingers speeds the beat of my heart.
I watch your eyes begin to glow as I touch your secret garden, seeking the hooded monk who stands gaurd at the gate. Giving the mystical sign of the standing stone,
your body quivers ...
your eyes glow ...
I enter your garden and the heat of the night melts away.