It's been too long, home at last home at last I brush back your hair and gaze down at you Quietly watching you curled safe in our bed nuzzling your neck, softly I whisper in your ear. My sweet loving pet, your Master is home you lay deep in slumber wrapped in my robe, peacefully dreaming of pleasures shared A smile like a wolf's flickers over my lips I sit next to you feeling your warm flesh I slowly expose your silken skin to my touch. I wet My finger in My mouth to write my name between the mounds of your full ripe breasts, warm letters spell out my love upon your skin, I blow gently over them, My breath cooling. . . soft tingling breeze, like mint on the tongue. smiling, wriggling deeper into your dreams, you quietly sigh and part your legs for me, I watch over you in the flickering candlelight, like a wolf watching over his sleeping mate My sweet loving pet, your Master is home
W. I. Boucher February 1, 2003