“Fortresses, Castles, Palaces and Royal houses”
Fireplaces large enough to lie in
Hidden passages through which to escape our dreams of poverty
Bedroom in which heat rises forever
And the bed is lost to the fly on the wall
But not to the eye that grows wider to see
In the dimmest light
Your perfect curves;
Breasts that rise and fall
To a waist in which I rest before climbing
The slope of a supple hip
In search of that valley,
Warm and inviting
Butt hidden behind a forest not a jungle
The treasure chest of possible tomorrows
Secured behind leather and brass
Protected by gallant horsemen trotting down hallways
Two abreast with rooms to spare
And at my every whim they pledge
With their very life to satisfy
For I am their vicarious
PRINCE OF SPADES
Sammie L. Carter
copyright 4/01/2012 07:15 am
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