The Ice Princess

Upon her back the Ice Princess lay

on top of the backseat of the Poet’s car

naked as the day she was born

her arms and legs entwined about the Poet

with the hardness of her lovers fullness

buried up to the hilt of his throbbing dagger

inside the sweetness of her wetness

Until that night a virgin she’d been

the one mistake and a fatal one at that

was to look into the Poet’s sky blue eyes

the ball of ice that was her heart

began to melt as it warmed and thawed

even as her loins began to sizzle with desire

her nipples hardening as wetter she became

Never again would Nia be quite the same

having been taken by the Poet

her heart would never be quite so frozen

so icy cold towards the many men

who’d come in and out of her life

for an experienced woman forever after

she could claim to one and all to be