I await his arrival yet do not
know when it shall be...
Like a faithful mistress awaits
her paramour...
Nights have now become
restless as I dream of him...
Waking up panting and in
desirable need...

And then I think, does he
yearn for me as I do for him...
Does he feel the absence of my
touch on his flesh...
Or does he long to press his
lips against my naked flesh...
Does his mind linger on memories
of when we were in the throes of
passion...

Oh how I yearn to be in his arms
as I was before...
How I yearn for his body to be
against mine...
For his lips, his touch as I yearn
for the feeling he summons within
me...
As I await the arrival of my paramour...

Haunted my memories that linger
in my mind...
Of the magic he performed and of
so much more...
Masterful as a skillful warrior that
not only takes but gives tenfold...
Oh what a warrior with his mighty
sword...
Mistress awaiting her paramour...