She’s Not My Queen

Don’t live for lust. Celebrate it, and relish the electricity of it, with every fiber of your being.
There are better reasons for being alive.

At this ungodly hour
her rapt knocks at my treasure trove
                     breaths out fire,
                                 her urge flush hot.
In an impatience that wouldn’t wait,
           she lingers at my doorway
                                  but my door is shut.
Her intimate attire that has melted
the will of even the strongest
                                 unzip n’ tug down.
Yes! She’s a guest, deserves hospitality
I’ll not open
she’s not my Queen.
She’ll not have the key to my fly 
                        she’ll not un-cage my beast.

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