I know well the warmth
That his body brings to me
'Tis like fire and silk
That he is in mine own arms
Yet now he is gone
Be as yet borne unto another
The ice that has frozen
My heart is the same
As that that has frozen
So many before me
For I knew that he
Was a skilled lover
Before he came unto my
bedchamber
For I knew that he would
Leave thus someday
In search of another
He does not ever stay long
My man of mystery
For even I, who held him
and knew him for so long
For I never saw
his true face
For yet he was always
a tender
gentle
considerate and
thorough lover.
He always left me sated
He was never there when I awoke
But always there when I needed him the most
En Mortum Amorus