by Waiting Standing by my window enjoying the warm afternoon sun, looking straight down from the window of My Master's garrison. I see the natural grandeur, deep gorges cast in mystery, over the ancient green ferns and tall pines, from the dawn of history. My eyes seeking the long serpentine trail, suddenly I see movement in the ambient, to my wildest bewilderment I see a dark figure riding, in front of a small group of mounted knights. Approaching slowly, with the same certainty as the coming night. His dark armour reflecting the soft rays of amber sunlight. His home coming is such a welcomed sight. My Lord, My Love, I want to adore you throughout the night. I start to brush my silky long locks longing for his caressing touch. Fling off my clothes standing naked by the window, his approach I watch. Feeling the cool breeze brush against my soft white tender skin, I feel my pink nipples aroused, tingling, touching myself and feeling the warmth from deep inside, waiting for the coming fever of the night. Call for my servant, to bring me my scarlet velvet robe, to light the candles and burn sweet incense to enhance his delight. Loosely pull my robe over my trembling anticipating flesh, grabbing a flaming torch, Run towards the castle gate swiftly, my heart throbbing my temperature rising, to welcome My Master, My love, My Dark Prince of the night. This was written from a woman’s perspective!!!
