Tears cloud my vision as I finger ornaments from years past. This year's glaringly missing.

Underneath twinkling lights, I reminisce, my fingers dancing along my aching flesh. I cannot duplicate your touches.

Then, a hand covers mine. 

I gasp, "Is it really you?"

Your kiss answers, replenishing me. 

We drip with need. My pussy clutches your cock, nary allowing your pullback. You vary our fuck, edging us, delaying the end. We finally succumb, showering one another with deathless love.

You promise, "I'm always here."

Upon waking, a never-before-seen ornament catches my eye. Forever Together etches the ball and my heart.