Isis 2007

Queen

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.

Poem Submitted: Friday, June 1, 2007
Poem Edited: Saturday, March 5, 2011

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Comments about Queen by Isis 2007

  • Zen Bojczuk (6/2/2007 6:04:00 AM)

    No excuses needed Medea... Poem was sultry, seductive, and timeless. Zen

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  • Medea Isis (6/1/2007 10:41:00 PM)

    Excuse my poor attempts at poems of love. I will do better tomorrow.

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