Queen of the Arena

Listen to Queen of The Arena by Richard Charles Stevens

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the room fell silent
as she entered
and never had i seen such beauty rendered
of breathtaking splendour
elatedly centred
i offered my heart freely
with no need to be surrendered

if there was fear
then it heightened her senses
made her alert to the slightest offenses
nothing contentious
for she had made clear
she was not here to lead the offensive
quiet and pensive
advisedly reflective
her privacy respected
for until this night my eyes had been defective
my fleeting hope to freely roam
agreed to need repeated dose
to feel her heartbeat clinging close
its sweet tone uncontested

had she made request for me to die within her arms
then my death in a respect would not have mildly bid alarm
with purpose she strode
red rose in her palm
in one motion
my troth i invested
in power she vested
we shared the same breath
and with that
there was only a single choice left

as gentleman i felt obliged to make polite address
request her hand
for one last dance
my one last chance defining sweet caress

it was then her nostrils flared
as she took up her position
beneath the spotlight’s glare
with stradivarius precision
the ballroom floor was hers to own
in she resplendent version shown
to own the night
her sole delight
to rise above imposing height
and stand a handsome throne beside

her long flowing gown
broke in waves as she lifted relentlessly
twisting and turning
all home fires now burning
ablaze
trailing the embers she wept in her wake
felt like a dream
in a sense
fell awake

the room remained silent
in awe of the sight of the lady’s delight to be hailed
how i had yearned for her taste upon lips long since paled
queen of the arena regale
had i not seen with my very own eyes
then i would have been blind to a scene so divine
that the angels could barely contain their green envy
such was her eminent tide

with no great ado
we bade adieu to space and time
the room remained silent
as we braided mated twine
became of one posture
one frame
flame
spine
and danced until the day became of night

Richard Charles Stevens

Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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1 Comment

  1. “if there was fear
    then it heightened her senses
    made her alert to the slightest offenses
    nothing contentious
    for she had made clear
    she was not here to lead the offensive” ~ truth 💚

    This is a beautiful track, so mellow and calming with lyrics I can imagine myself dancing like that girl in a healthier body. And you look like Eminem in the photo!!

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