Completely surrounded in the vanity held in your eyes,
Our egos reflecting off each other,
So luminous,
Its like they grow from the mere image.
You complete each others stories,
Of fantasies and late night tales,
Breathing into pillows,
Speaking soft and sudden languages,
That no one understands.
But its the beauty,
Of being a narcissistic queen.
Your pleasures can be found alone,
Staring into reflections of your own ego,
Not that of others,
Let alone, you never need the comfort of another touch,
At least you hope not.
But oh, you narcissistic devil,
How badly you want to indulge in other treats,
And to conquer everything,
Even unfamiliar grounds,
Even another person.
But day after day,
Night after night,
You will still find shelter in yourself,
Not that of others.
And that is the beauty,
Of being a narcissistic queen.