At the Window I Wait
At the window I wait
For my love to be home
Back from the war
And it's deathly roam
My longing to enjoy
The love of my man
To hold him so tight
My wantings to run
To bathe him and sponge
His war torn soul
To rinse the dirt
Of man's murderous goal
Soothed and soaked
I join my love
Lathered and scented
Soldier and dove
I hold him close
So tender in touch
Caressing my man
To enjoy him so much
We exit the bath
Lie in front of the fire
Drying each other
For soon my desire
His silhouette
In the fire glow
Manly and proud
In wanting grow
We lay down together
Touching, kissing
So many years
All this was missing
Exploring and caressing
Like lovers anew
I welcome my darling
Through heavens dew
Like a fresh breeze
Over my body he lies
Taking me gently
My groaning thrives
His torso captured
By my legs and arms
Displaying our lost love
Sharing our charms
In the glow of the fire
Shadows bounce
Lubricating our souls
Our bodies announce
The missing years
In the cries as we sighed
My husband came home
But so many have died
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Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2009
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