Saturday, October 3, 2015

My Queen Irene

Irene, the queen of my dreams
is also the queen of my waking.
She aleviates all of my aching
and obviates all of my schemes.
Because of her, I am forsaking
all else and loving her it seems
the most, her charms are creams
of the crop of which I am raking.

Her every wish is my command,
every desire I grant her easily,
always pleasing her completely
for she has me fully manned
though my hands are tied neatly,
heart stringed like a rubber band,
waiting on her foot and hand
while my lips touch hers so sweetly.

mindbringer, 3 October 2015