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My heart lusts for you....

The way they say my body lusted after all those men....

And that gold necklace....

For which i fucked four dwarves to own....

But never did I lust for gold or sex or the worship of subjects....

I lusted for your heart your mind your soul your company....

I lusted for your voice lulling me to sleep....

And the curve of your naked back turned to me curled to me in the bed....

I lusted for your elvish tales....

And your sinuous fountain dances....

And your merry laughter....

And the precious liquid in your veins....

I wore a cloak of feathers and huge beads of amber but not out of greed....

 or narcissism....

I wore these things so you would notice me if you walked past....

I rode a boar or a chariot drawn by cats....

Not out of pride....

But so you would see me when I flew across your sky....

I love your loins your sex the thrust of you inside me....

But it is something much more ephemeral I dreamed of those long days....

And if I ever was called whore or, then, queen....

They were only dresses I put on to make bearable the wait....