The Queens Bluff
——-Whispers———-
——-My angel, my love, held in this dangled glove——
Concupisscent,
he deals in facts, got him stuck in my brain
Attacked and dressed to kill,
commanding campaign
Hot blooded never ceased,
leaves me within emotional chains
has me chaotic,
around him I have no shame
A charming disdain, as I whisper “Hush”
Head spinning from his intensity leaves me flushed
magnetically bewitching, breathlessly, igniting this thirst
He teases thinks I can’t take his worst,
Stimulating desire, he is my cancer while I blush
I stop to think is this real, I can’t rush
Deconstructing me only to reconstruct me,
am I that tough
This queens crown is my shield,
yet still I watch him atop the Queen’s bluff
Strangled by what was,
some say “his chaos calmed her”
My lace glove holds the velvet swath,
sitting here is it wrong,
yet I make the laws,
he honors me with our secret love
Determined but I pause
obsequious as his fingers brush,
composed yet need his touch
Would my heart he claim,
Royalty not a dame or fake,
my hearts walls he did break,
See my fame was not my fault,
I climbed to the top, only to fall for him,
he has my heart
Thoughts of us in our special place,
how my fingers itch to trace my captains face,
he’s controlled my heart, and mind when he departs,
Sei bellissimo..a work of art your stature’s smart
A captains regale heart, its real not a part,
there is no way I’d part ways,
does he know this rogue is my escape
My robe and crown hold my shine,
he sees deeper then my royal cloak,
he sees my beauty as a fire he stokes,
leaves longing as I gaze,
his Dreamy beauty has me dazed,
on the bluffs my captain provokes in phases,
He’s my commander, my master, my chief,
protects me from the slander and lost beliefs,
Cursed they’ll say “the devil damned her”
Amour on the bluffs our meetings brief,
his touch brings a passions welcome relief,
cant get enough
In the airs unknown,
this Lacey queen sit upon her throne,
reigning it seems with weakness,
growing anticipation dared,
dreams of a Venus uniqueness
each night we shard laying soul bare
Its his magic that snares me, makes me his prey
and dares me.
relaying the hold so classic, no crush,
This queen too wants to play,
so lay me upon the bluffs and smash,
embody my needs, my intensity my lust,
take me to the cusp on the Queen’s bluff
——Whispers——-
——I swore to you—-
——-The bluffs would secret our
love and linger, always trust———
Copyright © Brenda Chiri | Year Posted 2022
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