The first time I saw...

I'll never tire of remembering the first time I saw him, my beautiful golden man..

He was standing in the middle of the path, a stranger in my woods and a very strange one judging from his clothing..
The sun was shining down on him, turning his hair to gold and making his skin look like burnished gold. His shirt was open and I could see a hammer-shaped medallion glint on his chest, half-hidden among a pelt of hair. Suddenly I wanted to run my hands through those hair, and I'd never touched a man, not in the way I now wanted to, not in the way I wanted to touch this man.

The woods had let him through, and there had to be a reason for it. And he was so beautiful...

So the shotgun remained on my shoulder and my words to him were kinder than the ones I would normally have used with a trespasser.

We moved fast from there, and I am not a fast man, but it was just meant to be.