The Empress of Love
&
Her Slave
By Handsum-Hart

Sure he is not, as to how
She became his Empress of Love
And he her slave, but he knows

His throat acknowledged her
As his love master, by wrapping
His voice around her ears
And moaning out repeatedly
"Your slave loves you"
Until his vocal cords
Could give voice no more

His mind begged to be tied up
And held captive by
Her seductive thoughts

His flesh obeyed her touches

His lips stored away her kisses
Until he had enough of them
To build a kissing sanctuary
In his soul, where he could worship
The purity in her kisses forever

Just when she thought
She had total command of him
And was about to chain him
To her romantic desires for the night
He acted like a rebellious slave
And in brazen voice, told her
He would not participate in the parade
Honoring her as The Empress of Love 

Unless she would inflate his heart
With the air of her love
And use it as the handsome float
That carries her throughout the parade

© 6-30-2005
Ronald Howard Moman