Crowned As Queen of Waterworks

 Unbeknownst I was chosen, hand-picked from the rest.
Interviewed for the position by his eyes, purged by his tongue test.
I felt the warmth of his breath first on my cheek, then my neck.
Tracing to my ear and devouring my lobe, causing an explosion that made me take a rain check.

I was destined to be crowned his queen, so no matter how I tried to escape,
I was captive of his sensuality and my pussy he did gape.
I was laid upon his throne chair and he climbed upon it as well.
He put his fingers gently inside and out, paralyzing my ability to bail.

I caressed his majestic darkness, inhaled his royal sweetness and for his crown I did dwelled.
My body trembled to give pleasure as off my clothing fell.
I attended the coronation, where he placed me in his royal bed.
He anointed my body with the oil of his loins, white and glistening from feet to head.

He cloth me with his body, and fed my hunger with his delicate dick, not a morsel we ate all day.
Pushing in hard and then soft, licking my softness to firmness, caressing my breast in his own special way.
All morning long, from dark to noon, I was molded and kneaded like a piece of unfinished clay.
My nerves were rising like a volcano and my heart was drum pounding away.

When the eruption came my clit rejoiced to finally reap the benefits of her King’s handiwork.
My excited pussy cried the sheets wet with her tears of joy, which pleasured the king as I judged from his loving smirk.
So from near to far and far to near there is no question as to why near Him I lurk.
Because it is I who sits next to him on this throne, crowned as His Queen of Waterworks.