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
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.