My favourite time is just before dawn while she still sleeps. I stretch out, savour the crisp night air, feel the coolness of the sheets against our naked flesh. Soon the earth will turn us to face the sun again, and I'll feel the warmth as its energy permeates the room, watch as its light drives out the shadows. Until then, I'll content myself with the sounds of soft breathing, and the rhythmic music of her heart propelling life throughout her body.

I've only been with her a short while, but she has taught me so much. Helped me experience things I could never have known without her, not so completely.

We seem to have been made for each other. She's so physical, tangible and alive, but lacking in drive, control. I lack her physicality, but more than make up for it in unencumbered motivation. We're perfect together.

When I found her, I was content to merely follow, to do no more than observe. Lately I need to take more control, to dominate. My desire has grown from this place of comfort, and I'm no longer satisfied unless I'm flexing my muscles, imposing my own will. We had stopped doing the things that bore me, and instead have filled our days with activities that satisfy us both. Sometimes I ride her like a freight train, driving her mercilessly toward some visceral discovery. Other times I'm content to just watch, allowing her to occupy our time with some more intellectual pursuit.

She's becoming more unsettled lately, seems almost to fear my presence, but I've been careful not to overstep my bounds. She couldn't possibly believe I would hurt her. I couldn't hurt her, she's all that I have.

I had very much hoped that we could forge a lasting symbiotic relationship, her and I. That we could peacefully coexist, and for that to satisfy me. She's given me other gifts though, along the way. I've learned jealousy and selfishness, hunger and lust. I'm afraid I won't be able to share her, that's not enough anymore.

This morning she will remain asleep, and I'll awake fully in her place.

I do love the feeling of the sunlight through the windows, warming our flesh. My flesh.