Sitting beside the willow tree along the silent river
She felt a bit of a shiver, she dreamed of her beloved
standing behind her as she stopped from wiping her
glistening breasts with a silk cloth soaked in cool water
she was given by a stranger she had danced with
under the moon lite many moons ago.
She pondered within herself in wonder what became of him.
She remembered his touch upon her skin as she shuttered
with delight thinking of his heavy kisses upon her nest
revealed within her hidden chambers of night.
She could not help herself against the fight she was his
to do as he might. Recalling how it felt to the building
of her rage of fire full of desire seeping within only
to spill out of her inner most sanctuary.
The heat of his hands caressing her thighs she felt herself
rise to meet her ultimate surprise.
She looked around the tree to think could it be?
Yet to her demise she saw no one was there as she sat in despair as a tear formed ever so gently.
She thought it wasn't fair but, she continued to dream of that moment
so rare.