I can still feel his seductive touch. Fingers adept and skilled, exploring my body. Evoking feelings held deep inside. Forgotten. The barriers are shattered, my fears exposed. I lose myself in his intense green eyes. Piercing me with their pain and longing. I lose myself in his strong embrace, his delicate kisses, his seductive scent. All my senses aroused, spinning out of control.

He takes me from this dark place to somewhere forbidden. A glorious place full of life. Lush. Green. It smells of the earth. Primitive. Seductive. A place where I am simply a woman. And he a man. Joining in desire, reaching for ecstasy, I somehow feel alive again. Can he feel it too? Our cares and roles are left behind, discarded. We lay in each other's arms, spent and exhausted. Open and vulnerable.

Much time has passed and that place is no more. The masks are held firmly in place--all the fears and passions safely hidden. I remain in control. However, each day he grows stronger, waiting to take advantage of my weakness. The pupil seeking to better the teacher. He is not satisfied to be heir apparent--he is ready to take his throne and cast me aside. But I'll make certain it costs him dearly. Just as it has cost me.

I was a fool to think it could be any other way. He was never really mine.

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