True to the End

Image by Dev Ashish from Pixabay 

I contemplate an affectionate rendezvous with my loyal lover. He’s sitting in his easy chair contemplating the same. I whistle to my lover in the other room. He whistles back. 

We flirt back and forth, my call (whistle) answering his call (whistle) and vise versa. This could go on for hours, ‘til we’re ready for bed.

His warmth comes through and his love is true.

He’s laying up against my back and he stays closest and true to Source when he does so. He passes through into slumber quietly upon his pillow. He takes me with him since we are connected at the source. 

He always has my back.