Silk and Roses

         She sat in the white latticed gazebo, staring at his roses. They climbed so high now...so delicate and beautiful. She remembered when he first planted them and smiled to herself. He had been so excited.
She sat with the sun beaming down on her face, her strawberry blonde hair glistening the way he had always told her it did ...

         He walked across the patio approaching her now. He gently took her hand. He stared at her for some time ... The years had passed, yet to him, she still looked as lovely as the day they had met. He placed his hand upon her cheek delicately as she leaned into his touch. He kissed her slowly, tasting her lips as if they were wine. With his hand his behind her neck, he pulled her into him closer and she felt the world slip away.

         He took her to their bedroom and watched her undress slowly, her eyes never leaving his, nor his ever leaving her body...
He laid her down gently onto the bed, draping the silk ropes around her wrists and ankles secure enough, but not so tightly to cause any real pain. " Do you know why I chose silk?" he asked? He admired her as she lay there open and exposed to him, gazing back up adoringly ...

         I chose silk ropes to bind you with to symbolize how strong our bond is. Silk is known to be one of the strongest materials, yet it is also so delicate. It can stand the test of time. Our love, our bond that we share... we are connected in such a way that while over the years it may have been pulled, twisted, and stretched almost to the point of breaking, remains unyielding and everlasting like these ropes. They show that you are Mine, forever.

         Anytime you feel doubtful, confused, or lost, I want you to remember the feel of these strong silk ropes as I take you and make you mine, again and again as I please. They are the threads that bind us...our bodies, our hearts, and our souls. He then dimmed the lights, filled the room with the sounds of Mozart, and kissed her forehead... Let us begin...