The princess looks distraught in her disheveled hair as she lie on bed with potions of alcohol by her side;
Her prince has gone to the war as she waved him good bye as he mounted his horse that galloped towards the mountain.
What was left was tears in her eyes;
Her only solace is alcohol as she longed that the prince would fulfill her sexual urges and desires;
How the prince would play with her hair, gently touch her naked hands and stroke her lips,
as she would warm up to his lips;
They would kiss passionately during the night as she would lie on bed with ecstasy;
She longed for her prince to gently remove her clothes and kiss her on the ears;
She would lie down, waiting for her knight in shining armor to take her to heaven;
They would make heavenly love and consume the forbidden fruit of passion;
How he would touch the parts of her body, running his fingers from top to bottom,
and gently stroke her breasts;
She would smile sheepishly to the attention of her lover;
Her eyes would tell him, ‘I can’t wait anymore to become one with you, O’ venerated and gentle price. Enter my kingdom as I can’t wait to consume our union.’
She cries in pain imagining her prince is making love to her and entering her body, soul and mind;
Her body longs for erotic and passionate love as her love would hold her, gaping for breath;
Her head would bend on his head and gently touching her back to ignite the fire of passion;
They would play the game of Kamasutra in the stone-carved palace and walk hands-in-hands in the garden of love;
Yet, it is not meant to be as she sit on the bed naked, touching her body parts and looking sadly at the apple of love which is rotting on the table;
She knows that she shall perish in the fire of passion as her soul is tormented for the love of the man, she loved deeply.
PS: Hope you enjoy my poem on un-requited love, passion and longing for sex and desires.