The Queen and Her Pen

January 31, 2012
Mixed race beauty queen
Fiery eyes yet so serene
I wonder if she's seen
The mysterious glean
In the eyes of the fiend

He stares into her soul
Suddenly she doesn't feel whole
Gazing into rocks of coal
A blink and she loses control

He leans in for the kiss
Oh, but she senses something amiss
Seductive lips whispered a hiss
She gives into the bliss

Tongue against tongue, cheek against cheek
He has an alluring physique
She can't anticipate his technique
Hearts feel so meek

Is he her king?
Come to rescue her from the sting
Her mind buzzes with a ring
Is this more than just a fling?

He sweeps her away off her toes
Paintbrush hair, cheeks of rose
In his arms she beings to doze
Wakes up drowning in prose

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