for You, my Master

Reading this and tacking up a writing recently completed...

I have seen the face of beauty, and she is Mine
her every feature etched in my memory
vividly clear like the heavens on a cold winter night
her brows knitted in concern, arched in silent question
quirked in playful disbelief, and always in delicate elegance
cheeks soft and smooth laid against mine
pressed to the palm of my hands which frame
lashes which flutter down to dust those cheeks
her chin held high in pride, yet not haughty
cupped by fingers to lift when in doubt
lobes tender and beckoning to my lips

the curve of ear with hair tucked behind the shell
fingers stretched to brush silken tendrils
cool soft tresses stroked and combed
thick mane wadded by a fist as it weaves and holds fast
lips curled upwards in a bow of a smile
quivering when sad, nibbled when scared
trembling with ecstacy at the moment of rapture
lush and full, moist and offered as an oasis
brushed, pressed, captured, taken, and crushed
eyes of the most richest color and of utmost warmth
brimmed with tears of sadness, shimmering with those of joy
shining with adoration, and glistening with love
windows to her soul, mirrors for my own
cherished orbs, treasured pools where I could lose myself for all time
that whole face beaming, a beacon in the night

I open my own eyes, there in the darkness
my hand outstretched into the black void
fingers curl to grasp at a fleeting image
then close upon themselves, empty once more
sinking to my bed as the moment is passed
a single tear spills and rolls down my cheek
I have laid with arms laden, but my heart still wanting
but here my arms are empty, and yet my heart is abundant
yearning for that day when both are full
when all is joined and we both are complete
Yes, I have seen the face of beauty, and she is Mine
I have never seen that face, although I know its every line

I love you, My beloved pet. Beyond words and without end.