Camelot

She began to undress slowly      
Behind the slumbering back of the man who would relinquish his entire kingdom      
To bow his head into her lap
      
Yet too much is never enough      
So she fell, victim      
To devouring eyes      
Possibly hungry herself for attention      
She examines the heat of her flesh      
Handprints of passionate possession      
Wounds inflicted by fiery release      
The marks of the vampire to whom she'd surrendered her soul
  
Siege was not required to penetrate the fortress      
Just a few pretty words created a tsunami that flooded the moat      
He sailed the smooth waters until they receded into the palms of his hands      
The ache of his loins      
The thirst of his tongue
      
Sinful guilt welling in her eyes      
Cloaked in the darkness of eyelashes that batted hurricanes      
Just hours ago  
     
She returned a knave      
No longer worthy of royal appointment      
Or the man at her side      
 
The room began to beckon the coming of the sun      
The rise of the luminary      
He stirred      
Awakened by the clamor of the crown falling from the throne