Valorik quietly made his way through the garden of your Christian home. He climbed up your balcony in hopes of seeing your heavenly self again. He moved aside the soft silky curtain blocking the moonlight from making its way in and walked to where you slept.

“My dear love. Wake up my beauty I yearn for your conscious touch.”

He spoke in a silky and gentle tone. He held your soft hand and pressed his gentle lips on each of your fingers. As his other hand caressed your silky nightgown.