Defilement

She’s a Queen
But she wishes her crown defiled

Needing a superhero…
The Man of Skill
I arrive to remove her burden of power

Here to make her powerless
I lock the door
And undress her inhibitions

Pulling her hands
Above her head
She spins
So I can take a look
At this divine Being before me

Curves of a statue
Made by Michelangelo himself
Her allure has me salivating

Those pretty brown eyes
Have yet to see
Such sweet Carnality that awaits her

Kissing her silky soft skin
For years pampered
With the beauty treatments
Bestowed upon Royalty

I indulge in the coconut oils
Sacred incense
And aromatic myrrh

As I find my way
To her insatiable Orchid
Her garden wet and ready
To receive my enlightenment

I’m inclined to dine
On the addictive taste of Ambrosia
That Permeates her core

Like Poetry
She writes
Expressions on my tongue

As she rides the waves of
spiritual delight
Her unsatisfaction
Crashes down like a fallen Angel

I Relish
In her destruction

Now she’s ready
To receive my seed
Feed my greed
And be ravaged
By my devastating Prowess

She’s forgotten about her Kingdom

Renounced her crown
And begs to be treated
Like a temple prostitute

She’s embarked on a path
Her Royal parents
Never could imagine their Princess
Would ever journey

Her caged Beast
Has been released
As good as she takes she gives

Back shots sounding like gunshots
Her primal growl
Won’t come down


Until her soul is Defiled