Drowning

Drowning. Now when usually hears of drowning, they automatically think of someone who cannot swim and is sinking in a body of water struggling. When you relate drowning and me, it is impossible. Why? Well it is impossible because I am the child of Poseidon, that is right I am a demigod. A demigod who can swim, breathe underwater and speak underwater like it is my hand. However, in this instance I was drowning in the sensation of love. I was drowning in the memory of mixtures of dark browns, blacks and touches of gold. I was drowning in the sharp gaze that I remember always aimed at me.

Now I know, you are probably thinking what is this crazy person going on about. How can you drown in love or colours or gazes? Well I can tell you, it is very easy to drown and melt in the arms of him.

The lights were shut, scented candles flickering in the dark nearly dying out. The previously spread out petals were strewn across the floor, which were joined by our clothes later that night. The midnight coloured satin ribbons sat on the desk tempting me, reminding me of our night.

I rolled over in the bed carefully mindful of the arm restraining me. I stared at my husband. My husband, that sounds so right. With feather light hands I traced his delicate features. The long, thick eyelashes followed by the eyelids covering his precious eyes. His eyes, they were a wonderful mixture of browns, with black and the occasional gold that shone with love during our night. I carried on tracing his soft button nose, going down to those lips. Those lips that captured me. Those lips that took control of me, the control that I only trusted in him. The lips that showed me how to trust again.

What can I say, he is perfect. I sound like a little fan girl but it is true. He is the one that let me know that it was ok to cry. He is the one that I opened up to. He is the one who is always there for me regardless of his own welfare.

When he asked me to trust him, I did. When we became friends I wanted more. When he became my boyfriend, I wanted to be more. When he became my husband I was and am content.

Looking back on our night, I flush at what we did. The moans that filled the air, the screaming, the constant moving but what can I say? It was perfect. He was so careful, he still is, but he made sure that I was alright first. If it hurt, he was willing to stop. How I got so lucky I have no idea.

I do not know how and why he was willing to become the boyfriend of me, a wreck, a heartless person, a misfit. He changed me and for the better.

I love him, my master, with all my heart and would do anything for him.

His name is Nico Di Angelo and I am his proud husband Percy Di Angelo. Percy Di Angelo, has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?