The Queen’s Concubine

Cromwell Castle    
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania  
1820    
   
    
The Queen’s Bedchambers    
   
Is there anything the Queen wishes tonight    
My inviting eyes looked around my sleeping quarters, the King’s presence out of sight    
Yes, a Queen’s concubine, bring her to my bed    
And who inspires your silk sheets, who shall be led    
My little fetish one    
Her tongue keeps me satisfied to the rise of the sun    
   
The King and I preferred concubine, the lass with the silken back hair    
I have not felt her soft hands and tongue upon my skin, with such soft care    
And leave us in private once you set the fire    
And lay out the bear skin rug, tonight she does not escape my sexual desires    
The bed chamber porter bowed, turned, and walked away    
Lavender oil her mouth will bath me as her tongue on my body goes astray    
   
The Queen wishes to see me    
Enter my sweetness, the porter pulled the double doors closed with a silent ease    
The King’s concubine bowed her head    
My silent footsteps took me in her direction, standing there, in lingerie, my favorite color, red    
   
Walking around her looking her petite frame up and down    
A silken voice from remembrace as a melodic sound    
What is the King’s fascination for you to be still around    
Have tempted to oust my crown    
Called off your beheading before your head rolled to the bloody ground    
   
How Dare Thee    
Sugar coating my existence with such words to see    
Meant to ravish or tease    
Sweet words, slowing snaking up my back    
Followed by your tongue lashes to my supple skin as a nightly attack    
In between my King’s thighs, with my permission, your pussy, his carnal snack    
Verbs whispering promises to be done    
The moon is full, for this night, you shall please me until your Queen cums    
Nouns intoxicating me like your poetic singing lines    
My touches to your body, my whispers to your ear you shall hear, by my designs    
   
My Queen…    
Do not speak until asked, her voice sounded so serene    
Take off your clothes    
She peeled off her flimsy attire, the garment dropping to her toes    
   
Plaming her curvatons hips    
Leaning my head downward teasing a perky tip    
A moan escaping her mouth    
Craving my dominence no doubt    
Her pussy dancing on my finger sinking deeper up into her wet south    
   
To Be Continued