to be queen

I want to live in a Den of Iniquity,
All scarlet drapes
And sexual dissidents,
Intriguing strangers
With beguiling faces;
Gathered Together in My Name
From exotic, faraway places.

What girl has not dreamed
This scene? To be queen
Of all she surveys,
The Femme Fatale of a heart
Which is shrivelled, black
And gleams – from amongst her
hand-picked harem.

Can there be such thing as
Animalistic caress?
Agressively loving, possessive sex?
When sweat beads like
Blood diamonds on chest,
A chest undressed, disarmed even,
Like Samson by Delilah.