My Queen

I kneel before you, thusly knighted,

Betwixt slick, smooth thighs I dine delighted,

By tastes unique to your fevered core,

To aromas heavy I so adore.

I crown thee queen and unsheath my sword,

Bury it deep amidst your cries of more!

Rough hands grasping at heaving mounds,

I delve ever deeper within your hallowed grounds,

Yearning ever to hear your cries,

I desire equally your softer sighs.

With my baton I direct the choir,

Ever rising, feeding fire,

‘Til climax reached ‘midst waves breaking,

Your choking cries mine for the taking.

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