Boromir's Journal
~Chapter Two~



Oh how wicked the sun that brings our passion to an end.
How much longer must I curse the day and long for the night?
He has aked me again, as with several times before, to lead him to my
bed and though my words tell him to wait, my heart desires to feel
him deep within me, but I am afraid. Not of the pain of allowing him
to take me, but of the pain of letting him go. What fate would our
love have if I allowed him to witness my arousal, to taste my desire
on his tongue or his on mine? I know my resistance is wearing thin
and soon I must either surrender or withdraw, for I see the pain in
his eyes each time I deny him the proof of my love.
I can see him now, from my window,fiery auburn alit with golden sun,
standing like a god just yards from my door. Could I go to him this
very moment and throw myself around him as I would dearly wish to
do? I cannot. I can merely pain the feat of watching from afar,
this idol I so adore. My only prayer is that the hour of our
parting passes swiftly.

Soon, my love, we will be as one, free to share more than this life
force that ties us to one another, free to love openly and not
secretly. This, to you I swear.

Always,


Boromir