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"A Night with the Ice Queen"

Updated on December 26, 2013
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"A Night with the Ice Queen"

I, an addictive drug of beauty now lead you to lay in my seductive throes

I, queen of men's hearts will tell you of a particular heart I froze

My eyes set the trap with an enticing stare

His eyes fixed on my lips, I brushed back my hair

A laugh and a giggle followed to show my girlish charm

Beneath my giggle, a cackle, my prince I meant no harm

A vixen, a harpy, a deliciously exquisite sight I'd become

Pulling on his heart strings, I plucked them and controlled him, whistling as I strummed

A fool led by lust, so easy he was to trick

I did enjoy devouring him, the most handsome prey I picked

Eyes, lips and hair all proper, agreeable to taste

My lil puppy prince couldn't wait to see my flower below my waist

Fit as a fiddle, hard bodied, a fine instrument for him I was to play

I showed my boy my score, I conducted, I instructed, I manipulated him all the way

To my sacred grounds, the precious place that lay between my legs

The puppy prince; obedient, salivating, between my legs he begged

I must admit, for I truly do love this game

All is fair in love, in war, in sex, in pleasure and in pain

I can't help it if my icy veins are so frigid and I able play it so cool

For my coldness, grew from the warmth of touch, for once, I too played the fool

I made a vow many a nights ago, as I cried in my dark empty castle

If a prince show on bended knee to claim my heart I wouldn't go through the hassle

Instead, I vowed to take his warm body and blood and hold it in my hands

Make him pay for the sins of his fathers, make him pay for the sins of every man

He, who wishes to possess, to clutch, to grab, to tear my heart at the seams

Heartache, be the price they pay for taking away my innocence, my hopes, my dreams

So cold I've grown, so cold and alone, yet many a company I keep

Many a men fall victim to me, after a taste, they suffer, they cry, they weep

For another kiss, another touch, another wet, hot, slippery, orgasmic scene

Not many are man enough to survive a cold blissful night and the sweet frosted touch of the libidinous, red-hot, racy, titillating, seductress known as the ice queen




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      Kleyla 3 years ago

      Provocative. Love this.

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      John Hansen 3 years ago from Queensland Australia

      Erotic frigidity...haha. Good poem Eric.

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      Jamie Lee Hamann 3 years ago from Reno NV

      Great story. Thank you for sharing. Jamie

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      Jennifer 3 years ago from Lost...In Video Games

      Really sexy. Loved it a lot!

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      Eric Wayne Flynn 3 years ago from Providence, Rhode Island

      Thanks to all who have shared a comment on this poem. I appreciate the support and visit.

      EWF

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