I see my lady of the lake
As she reaches her hand in the sky for I
It is not a pool of water but a pool of my blood
She has seen my tears and understands my pain
I look again
She stands not in a pool of blood but instead a stead of my heart
Her hands tremble as she holds my beating heart
I feel as she takes possession from me from inside
There is no slavery I willingly reached into the lake
Into the lake that contained not only my future but my past
As I reach in my guilty conscience seems to be cleansed
I beg for my lady to hold unto my heart
The blood in my veins beings to thin as my temperature begins to rise
Now I begin to tremble as her hands continue to take hold
In her hands contain a want that I will try to fulfill
Her desire is not her�s alone
My skin longs for her touch and my lungs for her breath
Breathe your life into me
I accept whatever bondage you place me into
I willingly give in to whatever you desire
There is no slavery intended but I willingly become your slave
I feel the acceptance that I am hers that she is mine
My lady of the lake becomes my lady of the night
In the shadows contain outlines of our shapes
We cannot escape each other nor do we want to get away
She grabs hold of my body and quickly whispers in the night
Her breath frightens me; it is ecstasy for which I was unprepared
My eyes are closed yet my soul is open to see
That we lay upon a bed of roses that contains no thorns
As we lay upon a bed of silk
We lay together weightlessly and breathe together as one
The lady of my lake is my happiness she is my reason for life
