Mistress

Her kiss - it lingers on my lips.
as sweet and soft
as plucked rose hips.

Her embrace, it holds me down,
but somehow her touch eludes me.
We could go out on the town,
but her plans do not include me.

She'll run away,
destroy my day,
her scent trailing on behind her.
Oh to be in her tumultuous wake!

I'll catch her soon,
if not by noon,
then pleasure I cannot take.

My heart is hers - if not my soul.
Without her I am not whole.

I will give,
but she will not keep.
This seductive mistress...
...I call......
......"Sleep".