Luxuria
Through swirling mists they came one night,
Filling my mind with enticing sights,
Taking my hands and smiling at me,
They danced me through grove of whispering trees.
Beneath scented arc of jasmine vines,
Past monoliths carved with ancient signs,
Unto a castle with dark walls gleaming,
Within cry voices, lamenting, screaming.
Through iron bound doors we stepped in haste,
Guiding me forward, firm hands on my waist,
Into opulent splendour I walked entranced,
About me the painted boys twirled and danced.
Still further they led me down dark corridors,
Where men sated their lust and ravished masked whores,
Within golden chamber they bid me to wait,
Surrounded with decadence and splendour ornate.
He stepped from the darkness, moving with grace,
Candles cast shadows that danced on his face,
His eyes held me frozen as he poured me blood wine,
‘This evening’ he whispered, ‘Your soul shall be mine’
The room spun about me, blood raced through my veins,
Lust coursed through my body, all resistance did wane,
His mouth on my breasts, fingers tracing my thighs,
The urgency of his touch, I could no longer deny.
Time lost all meaning as he held me enthralled,
Craving his taste, my bruised lips begged him, “More!”
Placing my wrists into cold, thorn-ringed chains,
With skill, he explored me, again and again.
Rain tapped on the window, sweet song of lament,
The shutters flew open, breeze carried night’s scent,
Seductively calling, woman’s voice on the wind,
Awakening desire hidden deep down within.
Candlelight flickered as she came into sight,
She stood dark and lustrous, the Queen of Deep Night.
Moving beside him, black nails pierced my skin,
Her gaze held me captured, true pleasure begins.
Through groves of horned fae and dark secret places,
Golden eyes peered out from such beauteous faces.
With each twist of his body and slip of her tongue,
They threatened to keep me, forever; undone.
Giving in to my senses, arching to their touch
They feed off my body, stroking my lust,
Forever imprisoned, dark touch that I crave,
To Dark Lord and His Lady, I am forever enslaved.
© Amanda Lancaster, 2006
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