Coughing a little to clear the passion from his voice, he knew he had to actually address why he had been less than amorous. He shut his eyes, but it would not really be noticeable as he had Lothie on his lap. “They tell me I’m too rough with you, they say I disgust you, I tell myself this is not so, that when we are together our bodies make a music of their own, a perfect harmony that matches one another’s, yet they say it, and they constantly say it. I want to hold you in my arms, and I want nothing more than to watch the day die as we make love to one another and are so entranced with the others heart beats that nothing can ever separate us, but I fear with the thoughts your people have placed in my mind, that everything I had thought was so, was merely me feeling and thinking such.” He paused there, for he had no more words, nothing more to say about it, and didn’t want to keep thinking about not having her in a more physical and intimate way.
“I wish we could send them all away, and be with one another forever, and have no others attempting to come between us, but wishes are for fools, and neither you nor I are such.”