His lust was afire, as was my own, gone into places we'd been dreaming of for the weeks we'd been apart. And he knew, as did I, that it didn't matter how far he sailed and to what shores, I'd remain his, and only the key that hung about his neck could bring out the woman of passion he'd unleashed.
Now, two years since I made my illustrious journey into the South Pacific seas, I wait again for his return. There have been many journeys and many homecomings. Though I've found that he sails less now, and remains in port more often. Not every time he leaves does he return to discover some new trinket adorning my body; but this time, as he looks out from the deck of his ship and sees my smiling face in the throng, he'll know just by the sparkle in my eyes what I have waiting. Hardly befor
