Mayan Princess

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s vowed to punish me by cutting out my heart and feeding it to the lions. I violated the most sacred laws of her faith and her gods are angry. My death will bring spring back to the farms of her people and water to the crops that have died from too little rain. I have been her lover for the past three years and have tasted the sweetness of her nectar and have known the power of her legs to hold me in a vise grip and to prolong my orgasm for an eternity. She fed me grapes and honey and filled me like a vessel at the well of her love. We have danced together in the sacred rituals and ate the holy lamb roasted over the fire of light and darkness. My betrayal came as a surprise to her and to me. I know I must suffer for the pain that I have caused and the hopes that I have destroyed. I bow before her beauty and wait the moment of my passing. I have died a thousand deaths at the hands of a thousand maiden

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s, betrayed by my fear and self-doubt. I feel the knife cut into my flesh and taste my blood that she rubs on my lips. I slip once more into the river and pray that some day I will be free of the revolving door.</p><p id="c7cd">Copyright © 2020 by Harley King</p><p id="329e">If you like this poem, you may also like <b><i>No One Sees Me.</i></b></p><div id="b8e7" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/no-one-sees-me-86655035cfc1"> <div> <div> <h2>No One Sees Me</h2> <div><h3>Inspired by the Art of Diego Rivera</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*fPWsNz5jGQD4E2Y3J1x9qA.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

A Story-Poem

I slip slowly into the river of time and find myself standing on a pyramid, gazing into the face of a young Mayan woman with a knife in her hand and lust in her brown eyes. I feel the tears rolling down her smooth cheeks and taste the pain blocking her arteries, and the anger filling her empty stomach. She mourns the deaths of those who raised her and trained her for the priesthood. She has vowed to punish me by cutting out my heart and feeding it to the lions. I violated the most sacred laws of her faith and her gods are angry. My death will bring spring back to the farms of her people and water to the crops that have died from too little rain. I have been her lover for the past three years and have tasted the sweetness of her nectar and have known the power of her legs to hold me in a vise grip and to prolong my orgasm for an eternity. She fed me grapes and honey and filled me like a vessel at the well of her love. We have danced together in the sacred rituals and ate the holy lamb roasted over the fire of light and darkness. My betrayal came as a surprise to her and to me. I know I must suffer for the pain that I have caused and the hopes that I have destroyed. I bow before her beauty and wait the moment of my passing. I have died a thousand deaths at the hands of a thousand maidens, betrayed by my fear and self-doubt. I feel the knife cut into my flesh and taste my blood that she rubs on my lips. I slip once more into the river and pray that some day I will be free of the revolving door.

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