I was dreaming. I was young again, seeking to prove myself, and somehow, I'd lost something. I searched through whirling sands, but the object of my search proved elusive. Then I saw the flash of light, touched the cool flesh, and woke.
My Golden One. He cools my desert-parched heart. He knows my secret shame—the passion I cannot hide. With him, I have no secrets. And with him, I am always home.
I do not deserve such happiness—yet I drink my fill at his oasis, and my fire is quenched.
He is my hearth, and I, I am his to command.