Lady of Shadows

I am haunted

By a lady I have never seen

By a face I have never touched

And by the deepest, reddest lips I have never tasted.

Yet she holds my heart in her hands

My happiness within the power of a single whim.

But I know this lady well

For she visits my dreams every night

And when sadness overwhelms my heart in the darkness

Of my despair

I only need look behind the shadows

To find her hand

To wipe away the tears

With a soft sigh and loving touch.

A lady of shadows

A lady of beauty and desire.

For when I reach out in my deepest need

It is her breast I touch

Her flushed, hardened nipple that swells into my hand

With an insistent softness

That demands my attention

And calls my lips to part in anticipation

Of my compulsion

To kiss, to taste, to minister to my own need

To bring the light of lust and love to her shadow.

Lady of shadows

Lady of beauty and love

I reach for you, my hands touching that fine white sheen of hair

Just below your navel

That brings such a shutter of goose bumpy delights

To my spine

And heat to my loins.

Fingers trailing down into the silky, coarse triangle

Touching ecstasy in a damp, sensuous tangle

Lost in the shadows

Of my heart

Lady of shadows

Come into the light of my love

Lady of shadows

Come to me

My lady

Be mine.