Rendezvous with My Mistress

I have a rendezvous with my mistress.
I shall lay her down
and she will respond to my touch.
I shall caress her,
feel her hardness,
stroke her with my hair,
stand her beside me in the soft light.
I shall polish her,
paint her with the colors of my heart.

My mistress is patient
but she does not like to be kept waiting.
She shares me with her sisters
and seems to mind it less than I do.
But she knows she is my mistress
and she waits for my touch.

She is sure of herself
more than I am sure of myself.
She is sure of me
more than I am sure of her.
But when I move my fingers
lovingly down her side,
I know, at least for now,
that she is mine
even if I am never sure
that I am hers.