The Emperor's maiden

The sky was filled with sable castles illuminated by an amethyst moon
They crept across the steamy blacktop on their bellies
In search of the next windfall, the bloody Asps of night
Larceny and lechery hold prisoners of doubtful tears

Upon the mantle, she bestows the riches of her Austrian harvest
Coffee beans melt into dust, in the grind of her silvery kitchen
He watches the hem of her skirt dance to the tune of the wind
His eyes unravel and rape the threads that cover her svelte torso

“Why don’t You kiss my ass?” she secretly begs, in the demurest whimper
Vacillating thoughts appear across her sweaty collarbone
He sways to the dance of her hungry hips, the Thief in her temple roams
Smearing the mud of His boots on the welcome mat at her bedroom door

He knows her purple desire; He answers her every prayer
she hides behind the lies of her casual need to be stolen
His burrowing eyes flaunt their satanic laughter in the dark
Making her naked, exposed, softly caressing her into capitulation

Captivated by the dance of her silhouette, He follows her seductive shadow
Hawks and hunts her, He seizes her ankle in the brace of His smoldering palm
The echoes of her fear and excitement are protein to His famished soul
Scarlet ribbons befriend her delicate skeleton; she is imprisoned in the spell of His molestation

Lovingly, He chants wicked rhymes in her ear while dusting her navel with gold
her harmonious sex sings to His nostrils the tune of a surrendering maiden
Freedom is hers in the wink of a trice, why does she not escape?
The shrewd one never flees the Emperor of her desires

Molten wax on a bed of thorns, her body conforms to His thrill
her mind transforms to fantasyland, a sea of ecstasy ebb tides
Coveting her passion deep in the heart of His armor bound coffer
He sets her free, sets Himself free tenderly kissing her into an erotic sleep

To where will she wander and roam unconscious, while His sheet protects her frame?
He beckons her in her dreams, shields her in her nightmares
Falling from her feminine throne offering her love to Him on ivory clouds
He knows her clandestine passageways; He is the key to her timeless rapture

Nothing is forbidden in the dominion of the Emperor and His maiden...




~daria S. dawson
© 2001

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