She hungers for the light of her Luna. Her moon. She craves how it feels to be caressed and surrounded by her King. He continues to push her tides, even though she hasn’t seen his light for an eternity.

The fire inside her soul is quiet. It is not roaring, cracking, or keeping her warm. The embers glow softly, waiting to be stirred by Luna. This fire will never stop. It may ebb and flow, like the tides. One day soon, it will burn higher and hotter than she’s ever known. On that day, is when the light of her moon will shine brightly on her face. It is that moment when her fire will feel the fuel it requires.

Until that moment, she remembers how her King feels. She closes her eyes and sees his sweet smile, the burn of passion behind his perfect bright brown eyes. When she pauses and connects to her soul, she senses him near her. As she swims in these embers, she prays he can feel her too.

He finds her often in her dreams. When those nights come, she hopes for a never-ending darkness. Her moon illuminates the darkness, and that is all she needs. Waking from those nights, she senses the fire stirring inside. He was there, with her, touching her soul. Their soul.  This soul they share.

Life will never separate the connection they have. He will find her and she will always find him. It will not always be in her dreams during the night or during the day. She is moving towards his arms, every moment of every day.