The sounds of incantations drift from the great hall while incense glows fragrant in silver burners as the priestess of love languishes in her quarters awaiting the arrival of her Sire~
~for it is He alone who can overwhelm her own powers of passion for the carnal lusts they mutually enjoy. Adorned in the splendor befitting her status, she anticipates with mounting desire all the possibilities the starry desert night promises.
Desert flower blooms in the dust,
Starlight glistens from her skin,
The lovers embrace,
Their bodies entwined in lust,
As falcon's flight within
Wills faint hearts to race~
~While passion's acts of sin
Carries into the night
On the wings of a dove
Tales of Arabian love.
