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The Cliterus Queen
The Cliterus Queen
Just inside the pussy's lips, hides the button to rock my world, the initiator of my fantasies, of tales as yet unfurled
Sitting very central, with a crown sits the sexual queen, your clit is my favourite thing has it's always been
She sits there in her throne, with the power of a savage beast, If she awakes from her slumber, she'll expect to feast
Just the slightest glance of her, would make my heart beat through my chest, for I would have just spotted heaven, your cliterus is the best
Your soft hair's like a blanket, wrapped around your Queen so tight, i hope one day to kiss her, I dream of her on every lonely night
Dream of gently parting your lips, making circles with my tongue, feeling the Queen come to life, desperate to make her cum
Probing, licking, flicking, your Queen I want to suck, then with her Royal Approval, I'd really love to fuck
So here's to the Cliterus Queen, oh I dream of just one taste, to sip some of her highnesses juice, not one drop would go to waste
Now I wonder what she looks like, I dream of one single glance, I'd remember her forever, if I got that chance
Ron
Just inside the pussy's lips, hides the button to rock my world, the initiator of my fantasies, of tales as yet unfurled
Sitting very central, with a crown sits the sexual queen, your clit is my favourite thing has it's always been
She sits there in her throne, with the power of a savage beast, If she awakes from her slumber, she'll expect to feast
Just the slightest glance of her, would make my heart beat through my chest, for I would have just spotted heaven, your cliterus is the best
Your soft hair's like a blanket, wrapped around your Queen so tight, i hope one day to kiss her, I dream of her on every lonely night
Dream of gently parting your lips, making circles with my tongue, feeling the Queen come to life, desperate to make her cum
Probing, licking, flicking, your Queen I want to suck, then with her Royal Approval, I'd really love to fuck
So here's to the Cliterus Queen, oh I dream of just one taste, to sip some of her highnesses juice, not one drop would go to waste
Now I wonder what she looks like, I dream of one single glance, I'd remember her forever, if I got that chance
Ron
Published 27th Jul 2021
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Oh to see her Royal Highness
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27th Jul 2021 9:58am
The poem could use some more purely visual / otherwise sensory description of the cliterus, to offset the purple-ness of many of the adjectives...
More description...there's a bit here, the personification and blanket image, but I want more of that...it seems like the most dynamic stuff here, and there's just not enough for this reader.
More description...there's a bit here, the personification and blanket image, but I want more of that...it seems like the most dynamic stuff here, and there's just not enough for this reader.
27th Jul 2021 11:57am
