My Queen of Hearts

My Queen of Hearts


She was like a tall, cold glass of pure water
Wet and refreshing on the eye, no ice queen
Dressed only in silk, her curvy body on display
Posed on crystal clear blue pool's edge at lit resort.

Through rose tinted glasses she watches the bathers
She stands tall, walking to the bar, her movements fluid
Barely a ripple or stir but many coveting stares
A waft of rose, lavender and lemon as she passes.

On a hot, dry day; a sweltering Summer’s Day
In the land of fine wine and glorious sunshine
Suddenly I felt the need for a cold shower
Visions of her naked body, wet nubile flesh.

Her slippery body, nipples peaking, suds galore
Reaching for the soap on the rope, I carefully slip
My wet body against hers, naked skin to skin
I wish I was her loving loofah in this wet dream.

As she sipped her iced tea, I imagined I was the straw,
Her pink rosebud lips around my manly sipper,
Passing full lips tickled by her tongue and tonsils
Down her throat and deep inside, tight and warm.

Wishing I was a cup of iced tea, imbibed by her
Going down, down; inside her welcoming embrace
In my fantasy, if played out, I would approach her
Lost in her smokey eyes and enveloping beauty,

Leaning close, smelling her, I would whisper softly
Into her delicate precious shell like pink dainty ear
"Baby, you're so fine, I'd love to be in your bathwater."
"Draw me a bath, lover and let's make it happen."