It was sitting on my night stand when we got home from dinner last night. An unspoken calling, now an obsession, an need, a desire, feared, hated, wanted.
When, I asked her.
I thought we'd have one more time.
Now, she answered.
But three weeks.
Now, Sara, now.
It was quick, so quick.
Before I could think or push or beg.
Snuggled and held and the sound.
Trapped and locked and helpless.
For three weeks.