I accept the post as Queen and I take my place on the throne
And whereas we were once in two seperate places, now we are home
I keep up the paceand run, yes...in haste
to take my seat on the softness of your face
and accept kisses and more as we move down to the floor
dancing rhythmically to beats of our hearts, juices do pour
it's funny how carpet burns are not a factor at all
guess it's because we're floating above it all
skin on skin, there's no distance - I suppose we are now one
and as you offer me another seat, I cum on your tongue
This goes on and on until we both are too weak
Can't move another muscle-Damn near can't speak
So no speeches today i'm too tired to do anything more
'cause the Queen needs to rest her mind-and get the hell off this floor!
Copyright ©2007 Attica Lundy
Thursday, November 1, 2007
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