Before reading, I would like to remind the reader that the "Song of Solomon" is an actual story of us and the Lord. It is a physical relationship not only spiritual. He owns every part of us. We belong to Him.

I looked at You, for in my imagination You were sitting next to me on my chaise. I was just now beginning to truly understand how my imagination was not a made-up thing, but actual reality. I began to cry because I realized You had already been teaching me what to do, and I had been too stubborn to realize it. Everything You had shown me through my imagination was real. I wasn't crazy. I had been doubting it again, because my religiosity had been screaming at me.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, as tears streamed down my face. "I've been ignoring You. Unintentionally, but I still have."

You smiled at me and held my face in Your hands. "But you understand now. And this will open doors for you to walk through."

A moment passed as You stroked my cheeks. Then You leaned forward, touching Your face to mine. You whispered.

"I'm going to kiss you."

Your lips crashed against mine, and my world turned upside down. My body shuddered and shivered, and my spirit soared, as my soul was struck dumb. I couldn't move, but I didn't want to. Instead, I embraced the kiss. I accepted it. Your arms came around me, pulling me closer to You. My back arched, my head tilted up, and I felt or knew what You wanted.

Our kiss broke, as I let You lower me to lay back down on the chaise, though it wasn't the chaise anymore, but the cushions that lay against the tree in our garden. You knelt, and leaned over me; Your hands on the cushions on either side of me. Your eyes stared into mine, and before I could say anything, You kissed me again.

Lightning flooded my veins, and I gasped, my neck arching to meet Your lips better. My whole body shuddered and quaked, as my hands shakily and desperately tried to grab something to hold onto, somehow finding purchase in the cushions beneath us.

A thought crossed my mind, and I turned my face away, breaking the kiss and shutting my eyes.

I knew the expression on Your face the moment I turned away.

"My love, why are you afraid?" Your Voice was soft and gentle, chiding me with a smile.

My lip quivered. You knew exactly why, but You wanted to hear me say it. To acknowledge it.

"Because of what I have felt. That these feelings You gave me were just me, my imagination and I'm so dreadfully wrong about it all."

"And why would this be wrong? Are you not Mine?" Your brow furrowed, not concerned but a gentle desperation.

Tenderly, You began to remind me of everything You had spoken to me and shown me in Your Word.

"Do you not remember the Song of Solomon and how the king and his bride speak and act with one another?"

Your hand touched my chin and gently pulled my gaze back to Your own.

"Do you not remember how I told you I do not mean one meaning of a word but every single meaning it can mean? For as I am Infinite, My Words are Infinite.

"I have said for you to know Me intimately." Your Voice softened even more, Your eyes gazing deeply into mine. "I did not mean to use that word for only one meaning."

I quivered under Your gaze, my soul caught between two voices. I had begun to understand the depth You wanted to take me, but I became afraid of it. Afraid of being wrong. But Yours won out. It was as if a switch went off and the fear was gone. All I felt was relief, and I sobbed.

You gave a small laugh, touching Your forehead to mine. "There. You have accepted it. Now I am going to kiss every inch of you." With that, You lowered Your head and kissed my neck, negating my fears.

Immediately, the earlier feeling returned. My heart pounded; my body shivered; my mind silent. I panted and moaned, words gone from my lips, except Your Name. All I knew or could focus on was You. I felt You everywhere, yet felt every kiss as a gentle brush. I suddenly knew what this was.

Ecstasy.

Only You could give this. No human interaction would come close. I felt drunk. But I was drunk on You. And full of pleasure.

I began to desire to give back and tried to reach for You.

"No," You said gently with a whisper and a smile, pushing my reaching hands away. "Not this time. This time it is for you."

My lip quivered, and You kissed it.

"My Queen, you are beautiful."

I shivered. "My King, I love You."

You smiled, kissing my lips again. Then, You sat back, and I felt the fear rise up in me again, realizing what You wanted of me. I drew up my knees between us, terrified.

I said I would kiss every inch of you. You didn't need to say it, for I saw it in Your eyes.

But it's You! I couldn't even say it aloud. I am…

"And who are you, My love?" You asked aloud. You leaned forward so Your hands and head tilted to one side rested on my knees. "If you have forgotten, I will tell you."

I said nothing for I had been struck dumb.

Your hand slid down my high and stroked it. I swallowed.

"You are My love, My Queen."

Here You paused, gazing deep into my eyes. I quivered.

"...My Shulamite."

My heart stopped, and every part of me clenched. I knew what You were telling me, and the implications grabbed my last fear and threw it a million miles away.

"My King," I sobbed, and I was drowned again, as You kissed every last inch of me. My existence swirled and rolled, until I felt a change. A peace beyond what I could say.

The acceptance I had begun earlier was complete. I understood what You had been revealing to me. The reason I had felt trepidation was because I had never fully thrown myself into Your arms to catch me and drown me. I needed to anticipate it and engage in Your love.

You laid down next to me on the cushions, wrapping Your arms around me. The joy between us was unspeakable. I buried my face in Your chest, wanting to be as close to You as possible, clutching Your cloak and losing myself in Your scent. I felt Your hand come up to hold my head and stroke my hair.

"I never want to leave You," I whispered with a smile, and nuzzling my face against You, kissed Your heartbeat.

"And I won't let you go," You responded, squeezing me and kissing the top of my head.

Ever.