A royal poem

My majesty at the French court

Kiss my red lipstick Copying the shape of my lips I'll purse my mouth Holding out hope For the collision of our mutual whisperings Into the ear of air mail The sweetest promises Baked into cup cakes Sitting in silky-laced baskets

I'll suffocate our sinful secret Deep in between the breast wrinkle I'll kneel down On the duchess pad To bow to your braveness - And regal confidence in yourself To gently touch your knuckles - With my loyalty, awe and admiration. All packed in the red stick For my unique lips.

It's a real affliction! It's really contagious! I've been infected With a feverish arrow Fallen in a wavery fashion From a love-song-singing sparrow Hopping on the grassy heavens Of the Enlightment age - In.which only the candles light up the chambers - In which my waist - As thin as a man's neck - Is gonna be

My breathe is deepening The more I crave for your hands The more I feel unbearable growing dizziness!

I'm opening my legs in a red dress I've shaken off the enchanting pretention - I'm not a blinking doll - I'm not a decent girl - I'm snorkelling in emotional slime - Produced by copulating snails - Standing on their sticky tales To your silent longing for one taste Chastity has long been worn In my knickers and in your pants In the modern era of electronic vibrations Purity has emptied itself Like a cliché Like a well in the African lands!

I'm positioning myself In a submissive way To your dominance You're driving me On the horse of madness Side-saddled and then straddled You're tossing and turning me You are spooning me - Without stealing the cutlery - From the chef's kitchen cap On the bed of grandeur sheets Heavy as hell under our spell The crown is shivering On the bedside table As we're tumbling down in unison The uneven stairs of orgasmic adult play To make us feel ... (un)ordinarily good!