Whispering ancient songs

I am whispering
ancient songs unsung
for I'm returning;
and my steps are homeward bound,
I quit the land of strangers
for a home on native ground
I seek my one true woman
for she give herself freely
to me as my slave
and with gentle hands
the hearts that it entwines
to the edge of heaven as we pursue,
gauging the perfect rhythm
between us two
antagonizing pleasure placed
upon my lips where dreams
come true in just one kiss
as I set your soul free,
with every kiss we share
you're everything that matters
in my life you're all I ever need
the nicest feeling
is softness of your skin;
and smoothest sound
I can hear is your voice
the pleasantest entity
I can see is you lying beside me
when I wake up
the way your hair fell out
of your loose pigtail,
the soft moans escaping your lips
the way your fingers hesitated,
and then fluttered lightly across my ribs
it's quiet tonight,
light raindrops filter through
the leaves washing away the dust,
releasing fragrances on which
the gentle breeze sweetens
we find each other coming back
to native ground from a visit
to paradise we each together found
as Master and Slave
on to ours promised lands