Will You Willingly Come?

Nubile slave girl
Severed of every earthly treasure
You would ever love

Torn from the land of Goshen
Unfamiliar with the ways of the world
Never have you even seen the sun
Rise from behind the ocean

Or felt the luxuriousness of silk
Woven by ethereal spiders
Like a glove upon your naked skin

Oh
Oh, oh
Echoes abound
Like scarab beetles skittering around
An empty tomb chiseled from sin

Oh
Oh, no
Sparing you the leather whip and chain
Like a mother's womb, I would comfort
And take you in

Yes, it would be a selfish thing
While all your kin toiled away in anguish
To bring you into the household of my husband, the King
Just to satisfy earthly desires so self serving
Steal you from your home once again
A sincere bid to win your affection
Perhaps, over a few chalices of honeywine
I could break through the dried crust of mud
Soiling your beautiful skin
And gain a measure of trust

Oh
Oh, oh
Unnatural stirrings
Like an ancestral ghost playing host to an orgy
In a limestone chamber of lust

Oh
Oh, yes
To have my wandering hands gently caress
The juvenile architecture of your body
Like an artist working in clays
Sculpting a delicious chocolate bust

To lavish my tongue upon the subtle arcs
Those proudly puffed up nipples

Swallowing them whole

Suckling your bosom

Savoring you

I might slip my fingers inside
And fondle your soul from within

Oh
Oh, I
I find my blood beginning to boil
The machinations of my mind
Lubricated by rage serving as the oil
Haunted by memories so unkind
Unfolding as gears unwind and turn
As the Past branded upon the inner eye
Continues to sear the flesh of my soul
And burn

Reaping the rewards
Never assuming any risks
Pharoah
Conqueror of nations from where he sits
Erecting an endless parade of towering obelisks
Everywhere around the palace
Here and there, a phallus

Constant, incessant, unending
Reminders, a wedding night of horrors
His inheritance
Earned through labors of birthright
An arranged marriage to any woman of his choosing

And while many maidens
Gladly threw themselves before the throne
For a chance to be the Chosen

It is I
All alone
Losing sight of who I once was

Who here is the slave
Forced to take his name?
Who was made to suffer
Forced to take his filthy cock
Into my mouth, gagging
Suffocating?
Gasping for air
Buried alive in a crypt

Enter the long nightmare
Surrounded by yet another building block
Ripped
From the construction of whom
I was to become

My destiny nothing more than an echoing tomb
Wherein a single ray of light shone through
To where I lay on a slab broken
Numb

A stone chamber that now only you
One nubile slave girl can fill
The only question here is

Will you willingly come?

Into my open arms

Will you willingly come?