Illustrious

To Worship a Queen

Athena, Minerva, Morgana

Goddesses, and one nearly

Your beauty agnate

Your features akin

With dark eyes that pierce me

And darker hair

Were I to press a kiss to every strand

It would still not be enough

My adoration barely illustrated

But, for it to be licit

To be permitted

Allowed

To me

The barest, briefest touch

The most insignificant of grazes

Would be worth more than my weight in gold

To be unrestricted in my caresses

To simply trace the planes of your jaw

Feather-light and lingering

Like the beat of a butterfly's wings

Would be worth more than every penny the world had to offer

And oh, to drag my thumb across your lip

To meet your dark, yet ever-so-bright, eyes

And be able to marvel and bask in the warmth of your skin

It would be worth more than every star in the sky

But I could never do so

Because you sit, regal and strong

Upon a throne of gold-gilded marble

High above

Untouchable

So far in the sky, I must crane my head

Back, back

Further and further

To even catch a glimpse of you

But the pain would be worth it

So long as there was a chance I could see

You

And worship

On my knees before you

Drinking in the sight of your ivory skin

Your vim and vigor

Your every curve and plane

Your shadows and your light

To see you, from below

And be entranced

It is a wonderful, enviable thing

One to be cherished and safeguarded

Fought for

And defended

But

If I were to be blessed

With the ability to hold

Brush, caress, fondle, pet, stroke, rub, scratch, graze, feel

Kiss and lick

I would not hold back

I would press my lips to your fluttering pulse

Soak in the heat of your beating heart

Drag my lips up, up

Until I reach

The delectable juncture of

Your throat

I would dine on it, on you

Tasting and savoring every inch of

Saliferous confection

I would delight in your sweet melody

Pluck your strings

As if a harp, or cello

Drag your notes from deep within

And conduct your orchestra of sound

With my hands

I would feel the staccato vibrations in your chest

And feel them reverberate on my tongue

I would absorb your static tenor

Swallow the din of your music

I would worship to the whisper of your harmony

If only I were allowed.