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.