Ode to Harry

An African King has woken me up
Bent at the knees sipping from his cup
This Queen drank thirstly, ever last bit
However this ran dry, frustrated she bit her lip
...sigh.. another King, another infatuation
I am seeking a spiritual connection
With some hand to ass correction
But I keep roaming the earth looking for a God amongst men
Finding nothing but empty lion dens
Opened my legs to on the first date
To you I gave a piece of me, a piece to take
Maybe even a little heart to break
Now I open my bible to Song of songs
"Iam my beloved's"
"My beloved is mine"
Ah. This missing Solomon is hard to find
To this King what I take, I willingly replenish
His happiness I will create
So I ground my heels in the dirt
Spread my wings and take flight
Soaring to new heights
And to the new men at my feet
Seeking a Queens attention
I must admit i am a bit more alive
Coming too having been revived
heart pumping, panties moist
You must say thanks to the King who has woken me up
Now I am present drinking from my own cup