the ceremony

I think it was me
I think I was the one.
I was walking towards the pool bearing the wood, which you had strapped to my back with those leather straps.
I could faintly hear songs in the distance, but the sun was going down and I knew I had to get home, but those voices were still calling me.
I know now who they belong to
I imagine now that I must have tripped because I rember finding myself on the ground, my garments had become untied and I could not see. my eyes had been tied.
Next that I knew I lay in this bed with her and her around me; thats when it began.
no words just the silence.
I was as i was upright in bed. I must confess that I was a lttle scared and hence had placed my knees up to my chest for the comfort.