When My Lady Returns Poem by Taushell Davis

My lady has returned and I feel her again.
A slow, rising warmth moving under my skin.
I've missed how she touches me, soft but intense,
How she wakes every nerve, every hidden suspense.

She leaves for a season, a month or for three,
And I'm left remembering what she does to me.
Then suddenly, gently, she slips back inside,
And my breath starts to tremble, my thoughts open wide.

My lady knows well when she's stayed gone too long,
She pulls at my spirit, she hums through my bones.
She has my mind pacing, my heartbeat undone,
My body preparing for what's yet to come.

It's not fear that I feel, but a sweet, aching heat
A tension that curls from my head to my feet.
Because when she's near, every moment turns deep,
A promise returning, a secret I keep.

I love my lady; she moves through me slow.
She stirs up a longing only she seems to know.
She fills in the spaces that silence once claimed
Only my lady can call me insane.