Queen

Poem By Isis 2007

I walk slowly towards you from the hall.
I want you to watch me move.
I move with my hips and thighs.
My soul is moving inside you now.

Your eyelashes cannot hide the need
In your eyes. You move to rise.
I whisper, 'Stay there. I will come to
You.'

As the swaying gets faster, I place
My finger on the back of your neck.
Then, so slowly, down your back.
Back up. Slower. Down your chest.

I have always been your queen.
Always your harem of one.
The mistress of your need.
You, my king of fire.

Comments about Queen

No excuses needed Medea... Poem was sultry, seductive, and timeless. Zen
Excuse my poor attempts at poems of love. I will do better tomorrow.


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