A Bind of Black Silk

A bind of black silk
across closed eyes

speaking softly
as if to reassure
I touch your hand
bring it's satiny touch
to lips and kiss
you smell of all things wonderful

I see lips quiver
then bitten
as if to hold back
thoughts I cannot read

hands open your gown
warm like the fire
against smallness of waist
unfamiliar, yet just as you dreamed
on those nights when
unfulfilled desires kept you awake
when the world was still

my breath quickens at your beauty
as gown gives way
falling
silently to the floor

too long to wait
moons went to sliver
to full, to new, to just a smile
too many times
as I wondered if the winds of fortune
would bring us together
only fitting she is in orange glory
on this fated night

"Down my fair princess,"
Strong hands on shoulders
push you to your knees
fingers tangle in your hair
my sword drawn
its heat against your lips
parting them, invading a void
turning fantasy into truth
turning a princess into a willing slave