Secret lover

She took a step closer to the edge,
The cold distance calling to her,
Whispering intimately in her ear like a lover,
"I want you," she heard it coo. "I want you down here with me."
"No?" she whispered retreating,
Desperately grasping for some reality.
"Stay," the whisper ordered. "I know you want me."
"I do?"
"Yes, you secretly whisper my name,
You write my name, dream my name....what was that poem you wrote about me?"

Sheepishly she narrated from memory:

'I love you but you know not,
I mourn for you in my sleep,
For then I can feel your most intimate treasure in my depths,
But when I arise, I weep,
For I see you not, I know you not,
And you care not.'

"Yes, yes, that's the one  but there's more....
You wrote:
'I woke up sore, worn and torn; simply the work of my hands.
I had thought of my lover yester night,
Shortly after indulging in a song of ice and fire's lore.
I was suddenly loath."

"You know!" She murmured Intrigued.
She moved close again,
Eager, heart-racing, adrenaline rushing.
She closed her eyes, moved closer and the wind kissed her.
"I have loved you Elenore,
I only wanted you to come to me!"
A sigh was the only reply she could afford!

The net was cast,
The mast was raised,
Tears dropped ten floors down,
And her lover licked them away,
Greedily as a babe laps at its mother's milk.
Such beautiful yet very erotic words,
Could surely make any girl fall.