I walk slowly towards you from the hall. <br />I want you to watch me move. <br />I move with my hips and thighs. <br />My soul is moving inside you now. <br /> <br />Your eyelashes cannot hide the need <br />In your eyes. You move to rise. <br />I whisper, 'Stay there. I will come to <br />You.' <br /> <br />As the swaying gets faster, I place <br />My finger on the back of your neck. <br />Then, so slowly, down your back. <br />Back up. Slower. Down your chest. <br /> <br />I have always been your queen. <br />Always your harem of one. <br />The mistress of your need. <br />You, my king of fire.<br /><br />Isis 2007<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/queen-3/
