inamorata

Elsewhere, she tells her inamorata, “It does not matter if you elude my arms/my dear, when thought alone can imprison you.”

He even composed the billets-doux which the illiterate lover sent to his inamorata.

In the next box I could hear the squeaky laugh of Hard-pan Henry and the teasing tones of his inamorata.

It is only the preposterously young who expect a man to rhapsodise over somebody else's inamorata at such a moment.