"Sit on the edge of the bed and open your legs."

I was just sixteen, you a little older.

"Oh, you've got a freckle there." You said, and you reached out to touch it.

You and I are married now, but the freckle is still there. And you still reach out to touch it.

I will never forget that first moment when you gazed at my hairless little slit. You were kneeling on the rug, and you kissed me there.

As you are doing right now, with my fingers entwined in your hair as you carry me up to heaven.