I lay in his arms, content with the knowledge that I am his as he is mine. There is more, but I choose not to dwell on things beyond my control. Running my fingers through the fine hairs on his chest, I lean forward to lick a nipple. I feel the rumble from within him as he moans, claiming I will be the death of him. Though we both know that is unlikely, I laugh lightly and watch through the window as twilight fades into the dark of night.

His arm comes up and his hand runs through my hair, the silky, flaxen tresses gliding effortlessly through his fingertips. I snuggle deeper into the caress, enjoying the warmth and tenderness of his touch. He bends to kiss my forehead and my face automatically tilts upward, seeking the moistness of his lips. He is a poison for me as surely as I am to him, and yet we continue to drink the elixir.

Loving him has no future, so I hold fast to the present, knowing that his demise is only a blink away in my lifetime. Clearly now, I fully comprehend what it means to love a mortal, and a thought crosses my mind that I cannot lay to rest. When the sun downs on his last day, I will lie in his arms just as I am now and fade with him. For there can be no other love for two souls eternally entwined such as ours. We are united in a perfect, immortal love.

Finding the result of his desire, I unite us again with a shift of my hips, joining hearts, bodies and souls in a dance of fire all-consuming. My love for him is renewed; my faith in our future reborn. The twilight insures our dawn.