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To Me My Prince
by A.J.
Heard
Lying on a nest of pillows
desires embers banked
My mind flirts with thoughts of you
and me.
Tender skin dressed in shivers
remembers imprints of your kisses
desires tattoos
everywhere your lips have touched.
Responses quicken
anticipation rises
till I hang
suspended
waiting your blessing
your benediction
like Sleeping Beauty
waiting her Prince's kiss.
Come to me my Prince
gild my silken skin with tender kisses
my breasts crowned with chocolate peaks
await your anointing
while the pearl in passions river
raises it head in expectation of your homage.
To me my Prince
that I may perform obeisance
on your ivory staff
that my lips may trace the paths
of blue veins from end to tip
that I may
drink of your seas
That you may show me honour
in the valley between my thighs
filling me with your proofs of favour
till my world is filled by you.
To me my Prince of Dreams
that together we can conceive
in the flesh be made.
To me my Prince
feast your eyes
upon the body of your Dark Queen
clothed in satisfactions web
and know
that even in my state of assuaged bliss
your command is my wish
to honour you again
I claim by right.
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