Of His and For He

On cotton covered throne she curls, 

A podium of swift-shed morals,

A body and soul of his to mold,

A willing slave, bought and sold,

He who kneels upon her pedestal, 

to suckle deeply of her vestibule,

Of inner honey lining thick,

Luscious lips for him to lick,

From high grace has she crumbled now,

A plaintive slut, his Jezebel

And from below his rod is offered

Seeking greedily her coffers

As he stiffens, thus he gives

That sweet nectar for which she lives

Forever more, marked is she

For eternity of his and for he

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