The Throne

In the middle of her boudoir
He prepared for her a throne
In the middle of her queen size bed
A royal place to set the tone

Petals of fresh roses spread,
On the bed, from head to toe.
What comes next, for you to guess
And the flower man to know

He hears her finishing her bath
Hears the water running out
He puts the final touches on
So there won't be any doubt

He had shaved and showered earlier
For this pleasant interlude
She entered dressed in nakedness
With an erotic attitude

He was lying on the roses
Had nothing on at all
Hands were on his cock and balls
Erection standing tall

Milady come and join me
Impale your pussy on my bone
My cock is ready for you
My body is your throne

My cock won't bend in homage
I know just what you want
To have its crowning glory
Deep within your moistened cunt

In a somewhat queenly manner
She settled on her royal seat
Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy
As she took in all his meat

Her ass moved back and forward
Riding his cock up and down
Finding pleasure on the throne
Sitting on his shaft and crown

She tightened up her sphincter
Gave his staying power the test
She leaned and offered nipples
Firm and standing on her breast

He fondled them with both his hands
He knew just what to do
Licked and kissed each one in turn
Sucked them in an inch or two

She shivered in her ecstasy
Enjoyed her climax thrill
She felt the pulsing of his cock
For her pleasure and her fill

He felt her heat upon his meat
Her wetness on his balls
She felt him cum within her
Semen covering her walls

The queen, on throne, was sated
The cock in her felt right
After this fine fucking tryst
She'd be making him a knight