In a field abuzz with life; golden waves of grain in the swirls of the cool mountain breeze. A deep calm green. A stark contrast to His icy blue; a glacier against the deep ocean. Striking.
The pine trees whisper our desires though our curly hair. The sweet scent of clover and honey blends in His scent; Oud and Bergmont caressing us like opium in the air lingering inside our very souls.
The sun kissing our bare skin, hot and soothing; His hands as they memorize our every curve and dip. The silky clouds in the sky floating across our cheeks lazily and seductively.
The solid warm earth beneath us, steady and at peace; His chest as he holds us tightly, His heart beat reminds us that we are alive and we are His. A promise in His arms that says:
*We are safe.*
*We are Loved.*
A babbling brook to the right, a gentle song swaying to the rhythm of our souls; His laughter, His voice. Like a contemporary woodwind it's tone is warm like amber, joy in every note.
As I look over to my sister in arms, her eyes meet mine. A silent conversation; a mutual agreement. We must protect, We must love, We must be His completely.
Together We will be His.
Together We will keep Him safe.
A fluffle in the field natural and pure. Together We will hop through this large field of a world and learn how to be,
Together
Us Three.
As the sun sets, We watch our Alpha be His truest self. Strong, brave, kind and compassionate. Our hands intertwined with rope, a promise is made; with our all We will be His.
Alpha! Hears us as We call! We crave you to Our very souls! Your joy gives us strength! Your passion makes us weak! Please Sir, kiss us with your palm! Mark our bodies so the world may know;
That We are Yours
And
You are Ours.
A fluffle in a field of clover and honey, we together we are one.
-Pandaish
