Wednesday, March 17, 2010

I cry out

Mistress of my soul
my very being cries out to you
I need you to see me,
need you to love me.

I am so miserable without you.
Each day the sun rises without heat
and the moon sets without light.
In darkness my life exists.

Oh Please, oh sweet Mistress
Touch me! Caress me in the recess of my soul.
I am bound to you for eternity.

I dream your essence.
In hope I continue on.
Will you?
Can you touch me?

Fulfill me!?