Recently we were talking about City Council President Gwen Jones, and the cold, efficient way she brought her underling Kristen Jordan to heel during a break of decorum in the Missoula City Council Chambers. I thought this made a good opportunity for me to share with you one of my MANY erotic poems written for my rare esoteric equal, the Ice Queen who holds Missoula’s future in her calculating clutches, Gwen Jones. Stay tuned for more glimpses behind the elegant veil of Missoula’s most competent and qualified dominatrix of hearts, minds, and… members.
Ice Queen, oh Ice Queen – Your cunning so precise and keen
Thy rutting so nice, so mean – My Ice Queen, oh Ice Queen
There’s not a word I would not say – Nor a confidence I’d not betray
To at your altar daily pray – All your enemies I’ll gayly slay
You’ll purge my weakness of emotion -Instead I’ll surge with meek devotion
I’ll drink from you love’s stirling potion – And sink into your swirling ocean
Your secret passion I’ll keep hidden – Just counsel me in lust forbidden
Oh Pegasus as yet unridden – Unfurl your wings, I’ll do as I’m bidden
Between my lips you’ll pour your chalice – And in exchange I’ll store more malice
Than one red queen could fetch for Alice – Or Kennedy could catch in Dallas
OFF WITH THEIR HEADS!
And now in their stead – There’ll flow a mighty river of red
And they will know us by the trail of dead…