Ode To The Queen

The wind plays tricks

behind the castle walls

shadows move with sounds

of restless cats

A queen lies patiently

waiting for the entrance of her king

purple  figs hang heavy in the garden

her blue eyes widen

waiting behind the walls

skin feavered pulse quicken

blood and want is a raging river

heavy footsteps come closer

waxed rose peddles blush wet

love is ready to unfold

the scent of alabaster is in the air

as the man enters the room

 closes the heavy door

hands soiled from the field

peach lipstick is his welcome

a whirling tongue

stains her alabaster skin

pulling nipples taunt

feasting on lady parts

like an irritated dog

her feet leverage in a field

of cotton sheets

bracing for impaling

eyes vacant

breathe is a staccato mantra

until she is filled tight with man

and the great truth is revealed to her again

this pleasure is a maddening drug

that has no equal