A Secret Sketchbook Entry

I found myself sketching her in our bed last night after we had made love. The intimacy was there, but as I drew those lines and shapes, I started to add elements that weren't real, bindings, blindfolds, things she's never said yes to. It felt wrong, like a dark corner of my imagination that shouldn't be shared or acted upon. Yet, the sketches grew more detailed with each session, capturing something raw and unspoken between us. How do I reconcile this twisted artistry with our otherwise loving relationship? It’s a secret locked away in my sketchbook.