You came to me needing, but not sure. And captured me, not with
your lovely body and melting smile,
but with the feeling you exuded of
being the someone I had been needing
for a long time.

We talked. We connected, and finally,
need overcoming reluctance,
disclosed that controlled physical pain
was an aphrodisiac we had each been
indulging in our daydreams.

The sharing poured forth; then suddenly
we both fell silent. Our eyes agreed:
no more fantasy.

"It's time," I said. You took my hand
and followed.

The beginning.