We Met In Springtime

We met in springtime, or was it fall.

I don't recall.

Your lover forgets things now. 

It doesn't matter anyhow.

You're here,
and it's all the same,
now that the end is near.

I have always been here,
listening.

Allowing you to share
how much you care, for the ones you love,
and me.

All these years is not so long
since you became my treasured little one.

There are so many memories
buried deep 
in my heart.

And yours.
So you've said,
time and again,
my precious friend.

Never apart in all that time.

But that soon may start,
and it won't be a choice
of my own.

Let me hold you close
in my lap,
the way you always wish it.

The way I want you most of all,
caressed with my hands 
that gave your rear a smack
whenever you talked back.

Let me give it one more slap,
while I can.

Let me feel your body trembling at my touch,
that's not too much
to ask from my life's most beloved jewel,
my passion's delight.

Before we watch the night
descending into darkness
one last time.

My body is tired,
oh, so tired,
and you know.

You've watched.

You've seen me growing old.

My lover of old. So long,
and yet,
such a short, short time, in my mind.

My little one.
Touch me the way you did the first time.
Remember,
the first time.

In the springtime, or was it fall.
I don't recall.

That's it, sweet adoration of my life,
stroke me to life once more,
as you've done
so many times before.

Bending down now,
in your submissive bow.

Pleasing me,
and pleasing yourself, I know.

Always the greatest joy 
for my flower, grown in the garden of lust.

Pleasing your Master
with the caress of evocative sensations
of elation.

Tasting me,
and teasing me,
as I groan
once more.

Once more.

Once more bringing the milk of life
to your lips
and your tongue.

Erupting, 
but sighing with quiet acceptance
of the end.

Kiss me my blesséd baby girl.

Kiss your Master.

It's the autumn, the fall
of my life.