Comments about Heather Milks
The Swordsman's Lover
He comes to me in the darkness of the night.
Body pulsating, from battles afar and battles within,
touches me in ways only a warrior can.
His flesh hot and wet,
dripping of passion and fury all in one savage body.
He is a beast and a god,
a stranger and yet my master too.
His eyes, blue and filled with vengance,
peirce my soul like his blade to a foe.