Wary I stayed, resistant to charm.
In fear of the things I could never recover.
Knowing the dangers of letting it go,
And letting you into a volatile heart.
Insisting on patience, but fighting myself,
Equally drawn to, and fearful of you,
The tenderest heart in a frightening vessel,
Of size and of power, of sinewy armor.
I would not submit to the solace or passion,
Alas, I knew, it happened.

From tight embraces in darkest night,
Ensconced in your arms, a wordless comfort,
Alarmed yet calm, defenses fell back,
As arms and legs accepted the coupling.
And still I resisted, the barrier held, While animal urges lay under resolve,
But heat and time melted all resistance,
And, with a gasp, it happened.

Surging deeply and wildly inside,
Taking my breath, control, and resistance,
Muscle and loins, twisting and rolling,
Fingers and toes clinging tightly to skin.
Desperate intensity coiled in your eyes,
Your thundering power reduced me to shudders,
The drumbeat gave way to the primal conclusion,
Where deeply, between us, it happened.

So now I reflect in the shimmering light
Which streaks between fabric and bathes us in warmth.
The giant sleeps silent, half cloaked in the blanket,
Asleep in the dreams of the his admirable purpose,
To nurture his princess, so jaded and damaged,
His heart and my body now both are left aching. 
My hollowness felt in both body and mind.
With reason I struggled to not take this step,
Entwining my lust and my wits as I have,
Confusing myself between harlot and lover,
No matter, last night, it happened.