He looks at me tenderly,
With a voice so calm he addresses me,
He calls me queen.
I see the fire in his eyes,
The roaming of his eyes from breasts to hips,
He says there's no other like me.
Like a leaf on a windy day, he trembles and shakes at my touch.
Him on me is pure bliss,
Him in me is sweetness itself.
With my fire i quench his fire,
From his passions i keep him quenched.
Happy he makes me,
His i remain,
My King he is,
Him.
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