Cullinan

You come to me without my asking - whenever you sense my need you are right. When you call I am ready, my time has always been yours. Ours has been a lifelong love affair, giving in the true sense of the word, and sharing what we can when it is right for us. I cannot remember the first time, for it has blurred into history, as if there never was a beginning, although there obviously was.

As I lie sleepless in the early hours, cares and worries overcoming my exhaustion, my mind wanders to your bed. You sleep lightly, smiling, truly at peace. No worry etches your brow, your physical beauty is only surpassed by the liveliness of your mind, and the happiness you bring to all you meet. As my mind's eye floats over your form, I remember the origin of your name - Cullinan - the diamond found in the hard rock of Kimberley, priceless beauty in the arid Karroo, where the sun scorches everything and softness is not found in much but the light at dusk and the wool of the scattered sheep. It is hard to imagine that anyone could not fall for you, would not pay any price for such a gem, and would even think to leave you for another.....but that is the way of the world. If there really is greener grass than at your feet I have no desire to seek it out, for what I have is green enough for me.

The disaster of your marriage cannot be explained by our affair. For a start, no one but us knew of it. Even your mother had no idea, and your husband looked at you with such blinkers on that you could have brought a gorilla to bed without him noticing. You treated him with such wifely respect, and pandered to all his needs so well that I sometimes thought that we should perhaps call everything off. You would not, and mirrored my thought that we had lasted together so long that all else might fails, and that we would survive. And so we have.

My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of your footfall - sure and quiet to disturb no-one except your intended. As you come to my bed my arms fold round you as they have done so many times before, and we merge together soundlessly and without effort. Your youthful skin is warm to my touch, and your biting my lip in greeting releases me from my demons. Slowly, touching gently, pulling softly, our clothing disappears, our romance continues.

As your fingers run over my skin, your nails tracing lines in my hair, your nipples respond to my touch, tight breasts glowing in the moonlight. My hardness pierces your softness, made for each other, as we ease even closer, deeper and more intimate. Without a word we read each others body, each others mind, and each others desires. Motionless except for our hands and lips we worship our friendship, our beauty together and our love. Together we lie, deep in our mind and our body, for we are truly one. Our breathing deepens, breasts rising and falling together, fingers tracing lips, teeth nibbling ears. Your pussy grips my cock, enticing and teasing, throbbing, as I stretch even more deeply into your darkness. I feel every inch of you as if it is new, my desire not lessened by frequency or familiarity. You transform my worries to joys, my lust to love and my passion to intimacy as we lie together, the minutes passing into each other and the dawn breaking outside.

The passion cannot be forever quieted, and the light and the world begins to intrude. Slowly I relax, my pent up erection begging for release, and your smiling eyes inviting me to let it. Thrusting deeply and feeling the smoothness of you again, I begin to move faster, watching as your breath catches in your throat and your color heightens. Together we come, joyfully and sadly at the same time, for we know that our time is over for a while again.

Without hurry we kiss our good byes. No one will see or know, but ourselves. You will call me, or I you, and we shall be as one again. Be happy my friend, my lover, my life. My Daughter.