Written by Alesha

I am sure in love. When have I felt so contented so naturally?
When have I felt that my body weight and dimensions were just as they should be?  When have I paid attention to
such things at all?
I had never felt entirely welcome in the pull of this earth's gravity.
In this moment, though, I can lay on this earth and in this earth and
it is a luxurious bed
fit for a King, made by my Queen.
But also this.  Here.  Watch
me grow wings and soar,
lifted by this powerful gift of wings my Queen bestowed.
I recline just as well and sweetly in the clouds formed of my Queen's breath
as in the cradle of her earth.
The sea is a womb fit for a King.
And the rolling, smooth faced delicacy of these hills are the landscape of my Queen's own flesh.

My Queen's pussy is the  wellspring of this world, issuing her endless river of life,
this river from which I drink and drink and drink and take power.
My Queen's eyes are
one the sun and two the moon,
both at once in the centre of this universe fit for a King.
My Queen's mouth is full of summer rain and cool breezes and other things of such great power.

And of my Queen's arched back,
her pressing ass,
her reaching ass,
And of her thick lush meadow of hairr;
And of my Queen's libidinous moaning song
(I said her mouth contained other things of great power),
I am left dumb, myself.  

Left dumb from the start,
before this hand took up this pen and pressed and was always moving by an other's wish,
It was my Queen's tongue and lips
that pushed the tides out out out
with but a whispered suggestion,
revealing to me so many sweet secrets
of her cosmic womb.

It is my Queen that has given me the voice
to speak at all of this universe
fit for a King.