child-love

Like stars are to the sky, so are the children to our world. They deserve to shine!

My child reflect the treatment I give.

Never had we ever kissed as lovers; if we touched lips it was as brother and sister. In one moment of emotion, our lips fell together by accident, but we quickly removed ourselves as though we were children touching glass with dirty hands.

I knelt and locked the door. I locked the door locking the world and time outside. I stretched my body across the mattress and Saskia drew in close to me and placed her open hand on my chest, her mouth near my shoulder; her breath, my breath blew out the candle, and I held my lost Wanderess with tenderness until sweet sleep overcame us.

They have both loved you with a child__ love, and now a man__. It is the child__ love that holds you together . . . cemented by the moments you shared with them that they treasure most.