Mark Hill
A Letter to Her
My blessed princess, how I cherish you
Your pale skin glistening in the moonlight
Your eyes glowing like that enchanted disk above you

How I crave to touch you
To feel your cool flesh beneath my burning hands
Fingers shaking with nervous schoolboy desire

To know how smooth your flesh is
How soft your skin
This knowledge I crave

Deep within my mind I see you each night
Standing before me just outside reach
A soft smile on your lips

You tease me with your knowing smile
Showing me that you fully understand my desire

Your fingers, not mine, caress your flesh
Running over your face, down your neck
Over your swollen, wanting flesh

Your body trembles with your touch
Feeling the pleasure that you won't let me give
That you grant yourself

I can only watch
Trembling myself with lust as your skin flushes
A soft moan escaping your lips as you bring about
That which I desire to give you

I open my eyes and you are gone
Until I close them again
To sleep is to dream and my dreams are of you

Yet in my dreams I am not Master, but slave
Slave to you
Forced to only watch

How I wish to change it
Bend my dreams to my will

Just once to touch you
Feel you tremble
Hold you in my arms
Taste of your flesh
My heart thumping

I desire nothing more than to kneel
To crawl like a child to your feet

You own me in my dreams and could outside of them
Oh how I crave you, my princess, my Mistress
If you would but beckon
I would be yours
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