We both have a past, I recognize that, but I put it away. We've both done many things which we regret now, but any that happened before we met should not be problems, just things for us to discuss in pillow talk and late nite conjugal IM, part of our make-up, secrets we'll learn about each other over the decades. I want you to be able to look the past in the eye and think, I've moved beyond that. No need to even acknowledge the past outside, if you don't want to. Don't see it out, but just stand tall beside me. My arm around you. And you're wearing that new dress over a corset that gives your bust its support and set off your hips. We're a team, a goofy team in handmade clothes, and people will think what they want to think, but some will think how lucky we are, and that's fine. Maybe they think that we're together just for one reason or another. They don't know you the way I do. They don't learn what I learn about you, as you continue to change and grow. They don't know what it feels for us to be together. And they certainly don't know how satisfied I feel with you my lover, my seeds planted deep in you, warming you from the inside out. I want to always be in you and have you be proud to hold me inside as your secret warmth wherever you are.
