Hidden Mistress.

A Poem by Ed Rector

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Oh darling my love, my innocent dove
you've perched upon my heart.
You've idly stood above what's good
and loved me from the start.
Heart be held by you my dear,
in this all to long of absence,
and my heart grows fonder, in this
great somber, of your sweetest touch.

And oh what passions of the flesh
our sinister minds did counter.
But no matter of other lust
we found a trust in our parting.
No other love did breach our own,
no others ever starting.
And oh sweetest love of mine
both fools and wise men know it.

Our love will always shine bright
and admit a great light from our auras glow.
And as the masses never cease
to bring a great peace, so you won't feel alone,
my world's never the best until you're at rest
in your mind, your flesh, and your bone.
And in these great absences nothing is great
curses be to these, our partings,

Where the worlds a stage and i'm a knight
and you the damsel my darling.
But oh my love be that of great grandeur
in heavy sighs of ardor into the early morn
and as we sigh the shuttering sighs
released so pleasingly between our thighs
we always plea for more.
much like our love in departing times.

We wish upon the stars to bind us forevermore.
Oh and to the greatest of my surprise
you, my darling, my love, had hypnotized
me on our first glance of eyes
as no others could ever indulge.
and our love we divulged in truth
until death doth conjure us eternal
and supply our infernal absence.