To Be a Queen

She longs to be loved,
to be his queen.
Their future lies ahead,
All things to come, unforseen.

Years before they took a vow,
"Til death do us part,"
Where is he now?

She sits alone in despair,
Asking herself,
"Do I even care?"

All to familiar the feeling of rejections,
She turns to another for affections.

The passion so hot,
they could start a fire.
Will this be the man to fulfill her desire?

He pulls her in with his strong arms,
Whispering sweet nothings,
With all his delicate charms.

Her lusts overcoming body & mind,
He explores her...
One erogenous zone at a time.

She feels his love toy so hard & firm,
Her pussy so wet,
She can't help but squirm.

His sweet nothings become dirty talk.
He puts it in,
She feels the shock.

He rocks her little body like an earthquake.
The damage has been done,
Sexy love they make.

Their time together is always short,
Now she has to return to her life,
So out of sort.

Her husband next to her,
Yet she is all alone.
Never once does he ask,
"Why weren't you home?"

Her heart is numb, she feels no pain.
Her life wasted,
True love is yet to be gained.

To be a queen, of ones heart
Is all she has craved,
From the very start.

A broken vow of, "I do"
Ends with one saying...
"I no longer love you."