It's already noon when I wake up to start a fresh and beautiful day. I must have been truly wrung out, and I can't fault myself, not after the marathon love-making Hendrix lured me into...
... Well, it would only be fair on him if I assume responsibility for my actions, even though he doesn't mind. I smile.
Rolling lazily, I stop when my body hits an obstacle.
When I open my eyes to take in all that's before me, there's Hendrix lying peacefully in bed, just next to me.
His adamant and loving self kept to his promise and remained against my wish. All my days, I've spent cursing the moon goddess for the misfortune that befell me, but all I see now is bliss.
Pure bliss.
I admire his face, his seemingly perfect features, not one man in the universe could compete with the dripping goodness in my bed, and the best part is that he's all mine. MINE.
