Moaning, grunting his voice deep like a beating water drum as he makes love to me but soon as our pleasure peaks and we basking in our bliss his tone settles to no more then the autumn wind, he whispers in my ear, “Niawen’ko:wa”. My heart melts, I love him so much. I hold his face between my hands to kiss him one more time, smile at him “Tsi niienwe my sweet Ratonhnhaké:ton.” (Forever)

Confession by @shatinn
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