The Lady's Maid And The Queen

Let our love not perish,
Feed the flame of passion with kisses that leave burns on the skin,
As I live and die for thee,
Waiting on hand and foot for thy command,
Melting at the sound of thy voice or the touch of thy hand,
A mere lady’s maid subject to thy power.
Let me kiss thee,
Let me unite with thee,
As the day fades to darkness,
And the moon softly gleams in the vast void above.
Come hither and let us meet in fantasies of yearning,
Making love as if it were our final feast,
Begetting tremors with our cries of delight,
As pleasure abounds betwixt the sheets.
Let our love not die, beloved Beatrice.
Kiss me, my Queen, let me love thee anew.


23 was established in 1997, and since then we have successfully completed numerous short story and poetry competitions and publications.
We receive an overwhelming positive feedback each year from the teachers, parents and students who have involvement in these competitions and publications, and we will continue to strive to attain this level of excellence with each competition we hold.


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