Royal Whore

A woman painted in scarlet tones
Tempts the man atop pillared thrones
Sensuous placement of silver rings
Gives gleaming light to darkened things
Seduced by sighs and softer form
Lays hardness within tender storm
Bursting sweet with sugared lips
From which the drowning kingdom sips
Breeding addicts of pleasured stills
From silken sheets to dirty swills
Placed among secret tombs
Left to dance in harlot's wombs