She comes to him in the quiet of night...
This was written for my Master as we live in separate households, both being tied to others. It makes for a challenging relationship, but rewarding nevertheless.
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She comes to him in the quiet of night,
as his mind begins to rest.
The thoughts of the day drift away,
one by one,
like dry leaves down a dusty road.
They make room for her,
for her voice, her presence
and the gaze of her emerald eyes.
She climbs in next to him so quietly
as not to disturb
and molds her body next to his sleeping form.
She loves this man, fully and complete.
She longs for him throughout the day
so comes to him as evening falls.
She fills herself up with him
as he slumbers, absorbing his essence,
his chemistry permeating her soul.
This is her time to serve him,
when the moon is high
all else is still,
and only the stars can see.
And so she comes to him in the quiet of night....
