Everything I do is to show my love.

Nothing more, nothing less.

Every ounce of my being is put into loving them.

The bright bursts of happiness begin with them. Growing and growing till my love fills the room.

They look at me with the most love when I take my beautiful blade and run it down their skin. I love the way they always shake with anticipation and scream with pleasure.

I know I have made it into their hearts the moment they start begging.

To reward them I allow us to share our most intimate moment together.

Me, fingers laced beautifully around their throat, slowly tightening until their voices turn into little gasps of happiness.

I like to put my lips on theirs then, staring into the loving eyes of my beloved.

Once their hands grow weak on my body, I let go, allowing them to voice their love once more.

Out of consideration for their health I give them all a 30 minute rest between each round, as to not tire out too quickly.

After that time has passed, round two begins.

This round is my second favorite.

I plant myself on their laps, open up their shirts and carve my name beautifully into their skin.

Sometimes my beloved’s curse at me in that moment, causing me to accidentally cut a little too deep.

But I don’t like doing that because then the fun of the wedding night ends a little too quickly.

“My beloved husband, you wouldn’t believe how long I’ve waited to spend this wonderful night by your side.” I say this to them just as their eyes start to flutter open after the second bout.

When their eyebrows wrinkle at the center, I confess my love with my mouth, lacing our tongues together. They always mess around, trying to back away and fight my kisses, but I know they know.

Everything I do is to show them how much I love them. Everything.

Finally we begin the third and final round.

My favorite.

It is then that I cut the ropes tying them down, bringing out the cuffs instead.

Slipping my body underneath their strong arms I bring myself closer, till every part of my body was touching them.

This is usually when their breaths get shallower in response to my closeness and their affection towards me.

They are barely able to get a word out when I run my hands through their short hair and along broad shoulders.

Wrapping my arms around their neck I embrace them. I don’t mind the grime that transfers from their skin to mine. I know they can’t help themselves.

Most of the time they keep their eyes open so they can admire their wife as they pass on. On the ones that don’t I remove those pesky little eyelids that try to keep them from glancing upon me.

Their beloved.

Those who devote their life to me for eternity.

And love me always, just as I love them.