Your Poetry Dot Com - Barbarian Queen

The barbarian queen entered the creaking hut,
her sparkling green eyes cut into me like ice,
as I sat helplessly tied to a wooden pillar.
Her face beautiful and cruel with soft golden hair,
blowing like stormy winds from a raging sea,
her lips hot and pouting like old red wine,
her body massive,muscles chiselled out of stone,
covered with gleaming daggers,swords and arrows.
She walked delicately like an exquisite deer,
eyeing her prey like a wounded tigress,
she wetted her lips,her eyes flushed with lust,
she tore my clothes off my cringing body,
leaving me vulnerable,nervous and nude.

The air suddenly became viscous like boiling honey,
she dropped her weapons,removed her earthly belongings,
inviting me to explore her body stark naked.
Her breasts loomed high like mountains of milk,
her nipples hard and red like ripe cherries,
her thighs like the pillars of Hercules,
enclosing an unknown forest golden and mushy.
Our lips soon merged as she began devouring me,
dragging me deeper and deeper into depthless passion.

A loud,shrill whistle cleared my muddled brain,
as usual,I was again dreaming in a suburban train.

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