My Queen is Black!

My Queen is black and with famed scepters firm!
Our dreams elated in storms of the night
they sway 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 spews forth in ash of thick dust
those engulfed in the floods gushed from our gust.