Sated

I finally gave into you, at the end of a long, delicious and painful lead in. Three years in the making. Three years of almosts, glances, blushes, confessions, restraint, disclosures, withholdings, admiration, longings. The release felt relief, an awakening, easing. Sated. 

Was lockdown the breeding ground or the death of this? Is this false or real?

Where will this take me? Is this the beginning or the end?