My Name Is Scheherazade

I do not want to die Like each virgin you bed When you have ravished her It's off with pretty head I do not want to die But…Oh to be with you! The supreme ruler, KING So handsome, yet so cruel You wanted your revenge On woman who betrayed The one who broke YOUR heart So you must have them slayed But what am I to do When brought before the throne? When you have had your fill You’ll bow to oath you’ve sworn And here I am tonight The Vizier's flesh and blood My beauty may not save So knowledge I impart A story sweet I weave As in peace you recline On cushions of damask In scented room divine You’re lost in what I say Your interest...at its height And there I stop the tale To be spared on this night You ask to lie with me Demurely, I refuse I promise you delights When I'm no longer Muse And so you let me leave The richness of your bed Wanting to know the end My tale plays in your head Each night I leave undone The story on my lips And wantonly you beg While grasping shapely hips One thousand nights have passed I stand before you now With no tale left to give Will love suffice somehow? You come and touch my cheek I look up in your eyes "I've come to love you now You are my love, my prize." And so my life is spared You whisper, "Sweetest Dove!" My stories all forgot You've fallen for my love You tell me through the night Your own love story fine And now I let you taste My flowing luscious wine No virgin girl…now Queen My love has set you free And now Arabian nights Are filled with ecstasy! Eileen Manassian