My Queen is Black!

My Queen is black, and with famed scepters firm!
Our dreams elated in storms of the night,
swaying like twinkles that dispel the worm.
She, a fount brought forth for my heart and wright.

Bland is a mount to your thighs on this bed,
roiling as do streams; still, dawn and dusk rush,
'neath your lewd breath that soothes overhead,
nary dancing fays bright dare not to hush...

Seething and concerned, my fetters you rend,
much so I may rule our world with your spear.
Nectar in a cup pales to what you blend,
and melodies pure sole from you I hear.

Like a groan spew forth in ash of thick dust,
those engulfed in the floods gushed from our gust.