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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The dawn spoke her name like a silken secret carried carefree by the tradewinds of lust and larceny imported from the traderoutes of paradise and pandemonium, sequined with violet venom she venerates the virtue of volition her love is unlawful, unequalled in unrest, righteous in conquest, tender in temptation, torrid your surrender, her beauty a will bender, Queen of Empire Passion, warrior unknown to submission her kingdom was not inherited, glory and throne ungifted, the treasures, stables and territories, battles and crown all won, rich in intellect, endowed with rare resources, affluent in original passion bejeweled in natural beauty, she bewitches beasts and men alike, Poets pen her preciously as Woman Total, Priests implore her pardon, male servants pander to her anger and ardor, satisfaction she commands, Sisterhood the symbol and soul of her mission, I was just a man, a wanderer wading through her reign, from the unsubdued North I came, a curious traveler with ancient name, my tribe unfamiliar, underestimated, a Chieftain of steady pulse, tresspassing towards her roots my aim was direct knowledge of her woman of renown cunning and learning, woman of exotic ability, seeking teaching and romance, though I would not be her Subject or victim, this she knew, this she abhorred, a challenge to her dominance, I agreed to meet her alone in the open morning of war, in an abeyounce of gliding fire she comes riding out of the sun regalia of black roses against red tears flying above her shoulder, our horses begin a battle tromp, breaths heavy with moist mania she has leopards in her eyes poinsettias and death's palms painted on thighs, scalps of exlovers and enemies slung on sadle we acknowledge one another with ritual yell I exclaim, Warrior Poetess, she screams Poet Warrior! dismounting with mutual vigor our combat erupts cutting my cheek with her blade's lip kicking me in the ribs I clinch her collared throat and heel trip us to the ground she snarls, I growl, a glimpse of rescue in eachother's eyes - J.A.B.
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