Slink over, smoldering fae, hips oh-so-slow and sweet. Don’t mind my eyes roving over you. Singing, the sound of your step like cool breezes in the night of desire. Bare skin in the cold water.

Let my arms ease around you, let my fingers play your skin like a violin. Oh, the look in my eyes is one of laughter and desire, and the smooth skin of your neck beneath my lips is sweeter than honey. Let me taste your honey, baby. Slower than fingers on the frets of a Spanish love song. Slower than bare feet dancing to Arabian drums.

His lips touched her, drifting over her shoulder, her neck, trailing kisses across her skin, fiery lips pressed gently into her throat. She stilled a shiver and held herself straight and haughty, though the wind itself was in his kiss.

He watched her, daring her. His eyes drank in every inch of her; his gaze the look of a man barely restraining himself, from pressing her back against the tree and claiming her beauty bare with his kiss.

Come with me, my wildling fae, he whispered, his voice a slow purr. Come with me, let our hearts find the music of the night, let our lips find each other.

 His eyes laughed into hers, bright sky teasing endless ocean, as his fingertips again caressed lightly across the back of her neck. 

Gypsy fae, come and taste the wind. 

Inkstains, words written across my heart, leaking out through my fingers. Beauty, is one of them. Awe, is another.

Do you know, love of my heart, do you know that I am in awe of you? Not as a mortal quakes before a goddess, but awe, awe all the same. Wonder, at your loveliness, and swelling within my heart, at the sheer irresistible beauty of the one I deserve. Your beauty, the beauty of your form and face and of your heart and soul, draw me in with words I cannot describe. Your lovely face and your beautiful soul, your fair skin and your fae heart, each pair, each part of you, draws springs from my heart, longing for the feel of your touch and the touch of your heart.

Love of my heart, do you know, how utterly, how elementally beautiful you are? How utterly perfect you are? How in every way of you, every piece that makes up you, you are what I desire from the depths of my soul, my complement, my soulmate. Do you know, that from sheer and utter adoration I could kiss your feet, I could cover your feet with the caresses of my lips for no other reason than to show you that every part of you is unspeakably beautiful.

Know, love of my heart, know that all these things are true, know that the words come from the deepest and truest depths of me. Know, love of my heart, that there is no other meaning to what I say, that these words are the bare and beautiful truth. Know, love of my heart, that I will chase your heart, and give you the adoration of my own heart, and my lips and touch. Know, love of my heart, that you are the beauty that is my desire.

Spanish guitar, my fingers gently moving over the neck, drawing slow, fiery sounds. Playing over the strings, my eyes gazing into your own. A wild melody, my fingers trailing music down the frets, holding your gaze.

You. Lovelier than the night, and more magical. You, with curves that allure me, with lips of wine, skin that draws my heart’s blood. You, with your neck, shoulders, feet, that seem to call for kisses, call to my mouth, for the adoration of my lips.

You, in my arms, my fingertips finding the lightest places on the bottoms of your feet, over the back of your neck. You, in my arms, pressed to my heartbeat, my lips finding yours, devouring, tasting.

This is my dream, for forever with you. Adoring you, yet more. My heart for you is more…longing to draw tingling shivers from you, yet longing also to show the great and fathomless depths of my love. Longing to show that you are safe, cherished, wanted, loved. Loved, with a love as deep as it is passionate, as abiding as it is fiery, as strong and calm as it is wild and slow. Longing to show you that your heart calls to mine strong and sweet and clear, with one purpose in my soul; to love you endlessly, eternally, as no man has ever loved a woman before you and I.

My arms long, they thirst, to hold you, cradle you, ear pressed to my heartbeat. To hold you safe, cherished against my chest, as you are held dearer than life by my heart.

My legs yearn, they hunger, to walk with you, beside you. Whether over softest sand, over wild mountains, over beauty; or through battle, flying arrows and swinging swords. To run to you and never leave your side.

My lips desire you, to speak to you, to whisper into your soul of my love for you. To press notes of beauty soft against your lips, against your skin. To adore you utterly, entirely, every part of you.

My hands and fingers ache to touch you, heal your body and put you back together after battle. To ease you, massage you. To caress your bare feet, walk along your back, cup your cheek gently as I gaze into your eyes.

My eyes crave yours, to gaze into their fathomless depths, their ocean waves, and speak back into them of a love for you equally deep, equally fathomless.

My heart yearns for you, longs for you. My heart will blaze a trail across the stars, will take the moon as a guide and the wind as a pilot, and sail across the ocean between us. My heart will love you, O woman, precious woman, fae-of-my-heart, forever.

I desire you. Woman of fire, with your fae heart, with your wildness and your dance in the rain. I desire you, woman of ocean, with your deep love, with a soul as old as mine. 

I desire you. Woman of intelligence, with deep thoughts, with wisdom and brilliance. I desire you, woman of humour, of wit, of language and stories that burn within you.

I desire you. Woman of beauty, with sea-gazing eyes, with wine-deep lips, with graceful hands and delicious feet. I desire you, woman of curves that delight my eyes, of skin that seems to draw my lips.

I desire you. Woman whose soul sings to mine, woman more beautiful than any other. You are my greatest want, my heart’s desire, the one my soul dreams of. You are my yearned-for. With every step I take, with every smallest inch I grow, I want you more, and more fully; I love you more, and more fully. I swear by desert sands and mystical forests, by every burning star. I swear by every future, summer nights on wave-touched sand with you, winter eves with you warm against me, autumn sunsets with you and I dancing slow, spring mornings greeting you with gentle kisses. I swear by every smile you have brought to my lips, by every day you have brightened, and by every day that I want with you. By all these things and more, I swear I will never relent until you are mine, in all your glorious love and beauty and wonder. I will love you without end, woman of my desire.