Open the gleaming floodgates of heaven, release the restrained stallions and let them run wild. Bestow upon them the golden opportunity of absolute liberty, and allow them to experience the sweet taste of freedom, to savour it wholly. Witness them unfurling their majestic wings, witness them revealing their spectacular horns, witness them unleashing sovereignty of such regal and grandiose quality, incomparable with and unparalleled by any other. They are glorious, magnificent, and one can only stare, paralysed by their striking resplendence and be drawn in even further. They are stunning, and are beyond what can be comprehended.
Your voice, low to a deep tenor, the softest and most tender I have ever heard it. It pulls me in with such ease, and ensconces me in a warm shell of protection, shielding me from the strong winds, relentless in their fury. Your capable arms pull me close and hold me tightly, keeping me grounded and standing firm and rooted as the gusts attempt to waver and weaken my resolve, guiding me back when I am swept away and lost. You lean down to look at me in the eye –– with yours holding so much promise in their depths –– cupping my face with those adept hands as you do so, running your fingers through my locks, all things left unsaid. Reassurance, radiant and comforting enough to warm even the coldest of hearts up. And you tell me everything a woman wants to hear, with complete honesty so rare and exquisite, like a brilliant jewel in the vast, seemingly endless desert. A wonderful discovery I am only so lucky to unearth.