Fit For A King

Every King needs his Queen
Luckily I have found mine.
That is why I pour out my heart
Allowing my circulatory system
To transport a vital principle
Into my Queens Nile,
For every tribe needs new blood.
She's a feast Fit For A King
An appetite of desires
I plan to pass my tongue over her surface
And receive pleasures from a clearly defined area
This Queen always fillith my cup.
Pleasant moans of excitement
Royal family guards rush to aid
Knocking on the King and Queen Royal Bedroom.
Are you alright my King?
Are you alright my Queen?
Be thou not worried little ones
The King is claiming his throne
We speaketh not to be disturb.
Bedsheets of satin wrap around love making
Royal trumpet blows a sweet sound
Making the Royal Violin stroke a key
That sends melodies all over my polished horn.
Producing a scene that's classical,
As if Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart composed this Opera
For this Prima Donna screamed so elegantly
I followed and burst into mumbled sound.
Deeply out of breath,
I tip my crown
To show Honor and Respect to my Queen
For giving me a tasteful feast,
Fit For A King.