One Touch

I wish I knew what to write. I wish I had all the answers and could just be the woman he wants me to be. No, he needs more than that. He needs me to be myself, and then he will love me. But, I am not myself without him, without his love. How can I reject my heart by doing what he does not desire? No, I mustn't, and that is why I am writing. I write now to remind you, all of you, and myself, that I am owned by nothing other than my love, and my love is only his, and yours...all of yours. But, it cannot be mine or yours without Magnus. I had not learned to love until I felt him enter me. It was like a shock that electrified my bones, and now I live with him always, indulging in the perpetual rewards. Yet, when I see him, and I see him with another one of you, I wish I could bring that smile to his face. I know, I am selfish, but you all know how it feels. I know that I am part of what brings a smile to his face, just by my understanding...just by my ability to offer myself to him at all times, yet demand nothing of him. I do offer this to you, Magnus, but my body was built to be used, touched, cherished. I only ask for your hand to touch my skin for only a moment and I will be satisfied. Of course, your hands may take what is yours at any time and in any way.