Wheeling Gull Isle spirit desire

he figured he might still be asleep, with the swiftness that she had come to him.

when she pressed herself close and he felt himself tremble.

you would hate me if i spoke it, and he gazed to her golden eyes. like radiant suns that burned him hot in the flesh. to know that he could speak his mind and perhaps shatter her.

for not the first time.

he should have said it the first time.