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“Guardian Angel”

The window was open just enough to let in the cool night air.

That was very careless of you.

I frown at your sleeping form. But you sought reprieve from the oppressive heat of the day. I forgive you.

In sleep, and this close, you are even more beautiful than when I watch you from afar during your days.

Our days.

I kneel for my nightly prayers, for the first time beside you. So close.

I pray to whatever created me that you will remain mine. That I will maintain the strength to care for you, and the control to keep my distance. Have I just now lost some of that control? I pray that I haven’t. But I know that I cannot resist this new intimacy. I must be this close for all the nights to come.

Our nights.

A police siren stirs your sleep. I step back and fade into the shadows of your room. You should be familiar with these city sounds by now. It’s been two years since I followed you from that small country town to the capital.

I whisper “Shush. It’s okay, my darling. It’s not meant for us.”

I yearn to put a finger on your closed lips. How soft they are. I want to touch them. Would you feel me? Would you feel my fingers if I ran them through your long black hair? Or the palm of my hand if I cupped your breast? Or my fingertip as it ran down the bumps of your spine?

Night sweat shines on your skin in the moonlight as you curl into your favourite shape.

You are nude in the city heat, immodest in the sanctuary of your private boudoir.

And you are safe, under my watch.

The man who followed you home last month bears testimony to my protection. His body will be showing bone by now, in the city sewer. His intent was clear, as was mine. I saw the blade as he closed the distance behind you. He sank it neatly into his own neck, with the help of my guiding hand. And you returned home safely once again.

Nothing will harm you and you will want for nothing, not under my watch. I have the wealth and power of two hundred years of toil. And it is yours. I am yours.

And you are mine.

Time passes by unnoticed as I drink from your beauty. Another silent prayer is answered when you roll from your side to your back. My love is revealed to me.

You are exquisite.

Leaning over your body, my mouth an inch from yours, I’m overwhelmed by desire to kiss you.

Instead, I inhale. Deeply. The scent of your female youth. Of soap and skin. Of sweat and sex. Yes, I can smell your sex and it is divine. It is life itself.

Sleep well my love. I will see you tomorrow.

We have long lives to live, you and I.

Short story writer. Fantasy, sci-fi, transgressive. I lack a filter but try to make stuff fun.

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