Waiting...

By Frater Mastema

When in blackest time of dire need,
The mind on loneliness will feed,
And nothing seems right as I gaze in the mirror,
Certainly it has never been clearer,
She is the sun my spark and essence free,
She is a light that shines on me,
And now that the sun has set,
Night to heart and wrap and net,
And looking for my sun I say,
I look forward to the dawning day.
In my dream I see and you I saw,
A picture of words for you I draw:
She is the moon in my star lit sky,
She sings and smiles to warm and tie,
My soul source star deep inside,
Within her radiance shall I reside,
Here to hold with a hand that feels,
To bury my head as I kneel,
Feel the hot and silky soft skin,
Send my mind to wonderful sin,
Hands move and grab and thrust,
Feel your heaving, quivering bust,
Prest up against your beautiful bottom,
Licking your toe with a hungry tongue,
You move your hand in the rhythmic sway,
Asking me to stay and play,
But lo, without warning,
The alarm and it is morning.
My one sun and moon is gone,
Life with gray carries on.
Ah, where is the glory of moon and sun,
But alas the time will come,
When instead of dreams that desire,
I wait and wrestle to aspire,
When she comes to my arms in haste,
With not a moment to waste,
Once again to feel the flesh my boon,
Of the star who is my sun and moon.