“Fortresses, Castles, Palaces and Royal houses”

Fireplaces large enough to lie in

Hidden passages through which to escape our dreams of poverty

Bedroom in which heat rises forever

And the bed is lost to the fly on the wall

But not to the eye that grows wider to see

In the dimmest light

Your perfect curves;

Breasts that rise and fall

To a waist in which I rest before climbing

The slope of a supple hip

In search of that valley,

Warm and inviting

Butt hidden behind a forest not a jungle

The treasure chest of possible tomorrows

Secured behind leather and brass

Protected by gallant horsemen trotting down hallways

Two abreast with rooms to spare

And at my every whim they pledge

With their very life to satisfy

For I am their vicarious

PRINCE OF SPADES

Sammie L. Carter
copyright 4/01/2012 07:15 am

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~ by Sam373'sBlog on May 1, 2012.

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