Rare and beautiful beasts. Spoken of in hushed whispers and secret messages. Never saying how they’re found, lest someone capture the heart of the one you’ve seen.

She knows she’s beautiful as she walks up and kisses me, reaching out and stroking my husband’s cheek at the same time. He lets me lead, after weeks of talk, it’s time for action. In the lift he tastes her for the first time, before we kiss again.

He kisses me as I pass, leading her into our room. It’s early, the night’s long, the morning will have such a tale to tell.