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Image for the poem Mm.. The Prince Is Having A Ball…

Mm.. The Prince Is Having A Ball…

I am sitting here waiting for my pumpkin coach to arrive  
Then a phone call to say the spoke wheel has broken down, and it’s almost a quarter to five  
I have on my fancy ball attire, my chosen hairstyle keeps me aligning my crown from slipping to one side  
No one wants to miss a private invitation to an important evening of all time
Whereas, who’s who will be there to network and exchange pleasantries over a glass of vintage chilled wine  
A chance to dance with the handsome Prince and then allowing him to slip all up in my honeyed Chi making me befall to the domination of his grind  

Looking over at the clock, time is not of essence as I impatiently wait, sighing in frustration, where is that Uber  
I had to hasten to get my nails done, pedicure, skin exfoliated, a facial peel, bikini waxing, and then my three month colon cleansing, just to allocate my presence to socially maneuver  
I am getting exasperated here  
This Vera Wang dress cost me a fortune and I want to spread my legs for some naughty cheer  
Mm… this Prince better be well worth it  
I have already sent him plenty of enticing pics  
Several with me rolling a lollipop over my tits, then seductively licking my lips  
And scandalous videos of me opening my royal thighs, self-pleasuring myself, to show him just a little bit  
 
I knew I should have taken the subway  
At least I would not be sitting here in total dismay  
I want to show the Prince my captivating  charms once in his royal bedroom  
Whisper in his ear what he has been missing, in ecstasy clenching him tigher, loving him dipping in the sultriness of my abyss under the illumination moon  
My purse as you can see, could not contain my organic bottle of honey, ice clubs, candle sticks, and whip cream  
Such an alluring concoction to tease, please if you know what I mean  
The sweetest essence when used to make a man grunt, you moan, purr, and if he’s thrusting in it right, the Heavens will hear.. oh yes.. oh God yes... screams  
 
The trickles saturating his tongue  
My inner thighs enclosing his cheeks, the honey drips down his chin as the streams slowly run  
His oral fixation savoring my moisten cream  
While surrendering to a Prince giving him the deepening stir of living his vivid wet dream    
Oo... I hear a horn  
Mm… It’s time to meet the Prince, and much later, my curvaceous body his family jewels will ease into the pinkish cove to softly adorn  
 
Smooches…  
The Queen
SweetKittyCat5
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Author's Note
I am definitely the queen. I definitely see myself as the queen.

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