The Gypsy King's War

An honorable man is he,
Though not on his throne.
Instead his place is in war,
Fighting, winning and building
His forces.
Fatigue from his absence
Does strange things to the heart.
And as I stare at his throne
The emptiness reminds me of
His laugh --
Sturdy and deep,
but yielding.
I remember his kisses,
his thrusts, his certain
Love, and my heart is full.
I will keep his throne,
ruling while he battles.
my heart does not tire
and the fires of its furnace burn
Hotter for his return.
Godspeed, Gypsy King.
I won't abandon our kingdom.

LTG