Immobile Queen

You sit unmoving, silent, still,
A statue waiting without will,
Unclothed, revealing beauty stark
With wavy tresses long and dark
Your skin is alabaster white
Your eyes like sapphires, gleaming bright,
Immobile Queen, your flesh is cold
Your nerves have been replaced with gold
Your veins are quick with silver blood
Yet stored within’s a pent-up flood
Of human need and hot desire –
Your neural net and nanowire’s
No obstacle to carnal lust,
Your programmed love and perfect trust
Require submission so devout
That pleasure’s yours without a doubt
So you are happy with your fate
Despite my oft-neglectful hate.

About Frank

A Sci-Fi & Fantasy author and lyrical poet with a mild obsession for vampires, succubi, goddesses and Supergirl.
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2 Responses to Immobile Queen

  1. Noora says:

    Wonderfully composed!

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