Dallas-click

It was sitting on my night stand when we got home from dinner last night. An unspoken calling, now an obsession, an need, a desire, feared, hated, wanted.

When, I asked her.

Now.

I thought we'd have one more time.

Now, she answered.

But three weeks.

Now, Sara, now.

It was quick, so quick.

Before I could think or push or beg.

So quickly.

Snuggled and held and the sound.

Click.

Trapped and locked and helpless.

Surrendered.

Hers.

Always hers.

Three weeks.

For three weeks.

Forever.