dream #122

Medieval times in a far away land,
lived two treasoned lovers
who were damned by the Queen.

His hands travelled slowly

down her sides, “I fell in love
 the day
we met. The day I laid eyes on you
it was evident to me
you were not what you appeared to be.”
She smiled, “Is that so?”

“I have more to show you,” he said.
He pressed closer.
Through an open side door,
she caught a glimpse 
of an antique
wrought-iron bed
high and wide, and her knees
began to tremble,

“Your bedroom?”

Nervously, she slipped her hands
under his jacket
brushing them over the silk
shirt covering his beautiful body,
and said, 
“All right.”

Holding her breath, she walked into the room...