The Queen of Words Monologue

 

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Salute.

(A tempting voice whispers)  

Let me entice your five senses and maybe your sixth.  

Discover my soul through new worlds of words, and I’m yours evermore.  

Never to be eclipsed.  

Let me bind you to me forever, with my lashings of hypersexual dark energy.  

As your restless soul salivates, whilst in submissive anticipation.  

Weeps.  

Let your virgin mind hear my imagined strong voice, as it, your inner mind listens to, as it relates.  

Captivated to be mine above life's many random noises.

As it to you, seductively speaks, whenever you feel weak.  

Let me devour your ravenous eyes.

With chaotic unconditional, excitement and engagement.  

As your higher self suddenly wakes, from its repetitious, mundane sleep.  

Let me take you waist-deep.

Into fast-flowing new apocalyptic wet, ominous waters.  

Of unexplored feral territories.  

And let my incredible fingertips, trace pagan inseparable portraits, of intimate unions.  

Of unforgettable characters, and illustrious scenes.  

Across your succulent exposed emotional minds, so very soft spine.  

And we both watch, as they cry out in a silent crescendo of joy.

At their new meetings of the dark thoughts, of a once abandoned reunion.  

Like a young soul, meeting a new lost boy or girl.  

Give me all those deep interwoven vestibule's, filled with such intense thoughts.  

You restrain.  

Perhaps imprisoned, under forced authoritarian, locks and keys.  

Forever hidden and confined.  

**For** any of my written or spoken words, can bring such provocative mesmerising courage.  

Just anticipating an independent and liberated mind.  

Willingly to forfeit everything they once knew, to be eventually renewed.  

Let me show you how to use your imagination to explore unique verbs.  

Linked to delicious new sentences, I pray you'll willingly embrace.  

As they are worshipped and devoured, whenever they are encountered, when new eyes they grace.  

Let me help you blow down that sorrowful house of cards.  

You may be once built, and kept under strict lock and key.  

That no one can ever see.  

Let's hold hands in a glorious reunion, and let our sweet fingertips, together, run truly wild.  

Across your ripe undulating succulent emotions, as they are dominated through new experiences and mounted.

Leaving that old child behind.  

Let me learn you to love and embrace the understanding of exquisite knowledge.

Linked to learning all about all my new sentences and verbs.  

For when you ask the unseen kingdom for something new, to be used as a means to counsel.  

You must first kneel and embrace your new life of servitude to show your gratitude.  

For worshipping my twenty-six letters that will bind you, forever into its bondage, isn't so simple?  

When you become just another willing servant of mine, who'll grow to know how to express their emotions.  

So

Will you use them to be gracious, or just to express the ones replenished by rage?

What says you?  

Are you ready

Now you're blessed to start writing on your new page!  

(C)  

Copyright John Duffy  

A dash of fun on a rather blue Tuesday.

Salute.

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