The King, The Queen, The Pauper

The King    
Sire, the Queen has escaped the King’s bed      
Seen leaving the grounds, in a lace bra and matching thong of red      
She left a note with your Knight before she fled      
Put out a search party for her      
Look in every bedroom, under every cover, listen closely if you hear a soft purr      
Saddle my horse, she has not gotten that far    
She’s my Venus, her desires, lust, is worth a wish upon a star  
     
The Queen      
My King wanders in love and in truth      
I am a passionate woman, whose lust has been denied leaving this pussycat aching in recluse      
I need the desires, the sultry nights upon a man’s sheets, when passion cannot be refused      
Removing my attire to throw off my searching scent      
Will not be satisfied until a man has the Queen’s back bent      
Fingering me than thrusting in and out the tightness of my silken relent      
       
Too many concubines, too many castle whores      
Makes me want to suck and please a commoner’s dick even more      
His touch worshipping me as my dewy essence seeps, his tongue hungrily devours      
Into the night I escape      
No times for a change of heart at any rate      
Looking back at my home, my castle, running to a fate that awaits        
       
The Pauper      
Knock Knock        
I hear the untwisting of bolts and locks      
Dark brown physique greeting mine, I’m taking inventory of his stock      
His eyes drinking in my nudity, mentally tasting as if sipping me on the rocks      
Mm.. he’s so smoking hot      
A glimpse through his towel of a bulging knot      
May I seek refuge here until midnight as the clock tick tocks    
       
Hairy chest wall, water streaming into the unknown      
Robust and eagerness, undressing him minus the towel, inhaling his invigorating cologne      
Oh yes, there is sanctuary one must give unto the Queen when not sitting on her throne      
Stepping over his threshold, bedding him will not take long      
Giving him permission to please me on his knees      
Then climbing between my thighs, cupping my buttocks for a royal tease      
       
His mouth blanketing mine, his girth slipping in and out and then to the tip      
Leaning his face downward finding my lips      
Slowly entering me then an erection withdrawal      
Darting back inside gyrating deeper inside my sugary walls      
Whispering in my ear before the pulsate of my soft rainfall      
Make love to me my beautiful Queen      
You are no longer in the King’s bed, this is my wet dream      
       
Scratching his back, tightening my hold, my softs folds compressing his girth, his elongation making me cream      
Moans of bliss, bodily delights as he anchored deeper, followed by my echoing screams      
Holding my legs up them parting them for the soaking depth of my dripping honeyed streams      
Licking over my jeweled toes for all that it may seem      
His grunts heard in the woodlands as his pearly flow poured      
Mm… my body, entwined with his, what better circumstances calls for a Queen’s lure      
       
       
To Be Continued