My Lady

Here I sit
With no one but myself
And my pain

Some people see pain as something to fear
I see Her as a lover

I sit back
Waiting
And not wanting to be disappointed

I am not disappointed

With pain as my mistress
Instead of warm arms holding me tight
I feel a hot arm envelope me
With an intensity that I relish
But would leave any other man screaming

With pain as my lady
Instead of gentle caresses and soft kisses
I feel a darkness that clouds my sight
I welcome it
But to an extent

When I start to panic that She may go to far
I quickly take out my orange bottle
Filled with the miracles of modern man
I say goodbye to my mistress
But just for a while

Before soon enough
She'll come again
With that coveted but frightening sensation
That leaves me gasping
In either ecstasy or horror
I do not know

I sit back
Waiting
And not wanting to be disappointed

I am not disappointed