Hold Me

Hold me love

Like a sword drawn in battle

Stab me love

With unseen metal.

Wield me my love

Like a sabre in hand

Sliding, slashing

Across the land.

Linger my love

Upon sceptre so tall

My queen of yore

Even holds a ball.

Grip me love

Like a dagger held tight

Piercing me gently

Deep in the night.

And when war is done

And love is made

Stab yourself dearest

With hilt turned blade.
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