It feels like, forever like the sun's age since we known each other this long now, and how much I mean to him more then anything in the whole world.
It's a miracle to him, as if I was an angel to visit him, to give him forgiveness. The day he laid eyes on me that very Christmas Eve, the cold was more harsh then the devil's heart. If I didn't walk past that dark, hideous alley that day, he would have been left behind in Heaven's line to vanish from the world, and probably not be known to the world as he never was. Well, he was actually. Twice. He was the King of Sorrow. A good friend I know saved him and gave him the beauty of death to relive a new life. After that, awhile back he screwed up. Very badly. It was before we met, and it's a bit of a long story, but that's not the point as of now. Today is Christmas Eve, and he's waiting for me at home.
The air is freezing to the brim of madness that would drive any sane man to his edge. The wind blows me back like a road raging driver but my house isn't far from where I work. Then again, a bike would have helped.
I continuously marched my best through the stone heavy snow and wind that was keeping me back from getting to my home and the one who waits for me. I suddenly felt a vibrating feel in my pocket. I grabbed my phone the best I can n take a look who's calling me. To no surprise, it's King. I answered.
"Hello honey" King replied, "Please be careful. I can see this weather is turning into a blizzard something fierce".
I smiled and replied, "Right. I'll be there in a few minutes. Just a little longer and I'll be home. I love you".
"I love you too" he replied truthfully.
I hung up and continued through the blizzard that rippled through me like ice, cold knives.
I entered my home sweet home minutes later and finally removed my heavy clothing that kept me alive through a nightmare of a storm. Once I gained my senses of the warmth, a friendly but tight hug came around my body of the arms of my love. It's always familiar, like our anniversary of meeting each other today. It's an enjoyment that's as sweet as my love's heart.
A beautiful dream come true.
I gave the King our greeting kiss and smiled at him. "Sorry I'm late. I know you can guess why".
He laughed softly and nodded. "It's no trouble at all. You feel like ice Red. Care to have some time to ourselves now?"
I of course accepted his offer. How could I refuse?
So the night went on as it was still young as children, and you can already guess what we did for the past hour or two. I couldn't tell the time though obviously. I'll be honest, I wish it could last till Christmas morning. The feeling of your own love's warmth, turning myself and the King into one whole form of harmony and despair. The touch and taste that leaves you breathless to being in a deep coma that you never want to come back to reality. And the climax. That's something that brings sinners to more shame then us. Sinful pleasure or true love, call it whatever you like. To me, the King is the pure entity of not his title, but his heart. He's the king I worship, and I'm the angel he prays for.
After our love making, the only energy we had as of now was to cuddle close and hang onto each other, eyes locked as well. He's beautiful as the Aurora Borealis, pure color of red in his eyes that speak my own name, and his hair with a bright, brilliant green that's long to his waist as mine. Only the sides of his hair have ties in the near ends like a bow tie, look almost like an ornament of, 'fantasy ears' maybe? Either way, he's beyond his own beauty and even his own love he gives. He's the very eternal creation of a gorgeous truth.
"Red?" The king asked.
"Yeah?" I replied.
"How many years has it been since we known each other as of today?"
I laughed and smiled with an answer. "It's honestly been a long time."
He smiled back and kissed me sweetly as he snuggled into my slim chest.
I brushed my fingers into his gentle hair. I started kissing parts of his hair as he did the same with mine.
After awhile I then looked into his eyes again and I kissed him with a whisper against his lips. "Merry Christmas my king".
He whispered right back to my lips, "Merry Christmas my angel".
The freezing night was left for us to drift into dreamland together in our little home we call our hearts.