The way he looked when he first woke

made me shiver; my heart broke.

Our lives together, the endless ride

began with excitement, but I'd lost all pride.

Alone, we stood there, soundless as it seemed,

but deep down within me, my insides screamed.

His ignorance made me feel fully drained

but after all those years, I hid it; well-trained.

Excused for a shower, I stood, flooded,

relieving myself, feeling cold-blooded.

It's always been that way, him unaware

of the feelings I hid, attempting not to scare.

I came back from my high, dried with a pat,

walked into the room, and there he sat.

Silent as ever, watching his soap,

I laid down, as always; with slight hope.

But nothing good came from that night;

I went to sleep, silent and polite.

However, in the dark, I dreamt of loving slow

and all other things that he cannot know.