Disclaimer: I do not own Robin Hood, Robin, Marian, et al; I have earned nothing from this endeavor save the joy that comes from the writing and the possibility of some nice feedback.
These Small Hours
The sun has yet to crest the horizon, although the sky lightens, changing from dark grey-blue to grey to pink as I revel in your embrace.
Your intimate kisses thrill me, your heated touches inflame me, your tender words ensure me of your love. We crest the wave of passion and ride the tide of our joyous union together.
Soon, too soon, it will be time to return home. My heart hurts at the prospect. Our time together is precious and all too short.
But we have right now, these small hours snatched while the rest of the world sleeps.
~ Fin ~