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Join Me In The Bed Of Surrender, My King (Anne Boleyn III of V)

Love spells of pulsating desires where dual souls stand  
Whispered beguiling voices wandering across the sacred land    
Sullenness of a sojourn heart to the wind has spoken    
Unto the stars allow my wish for our union to be awoken
Is it me or shall it be her
The theology of our faith, must be unfurled
Take the offering of my love upon the lay of my bosom
And take state of your insignia in your name my King
Let thy ruler be thy will, as the Dove flies with soaring wings    
To the fourscore of the winds    
Apparition lullabies to the monarch where cuspid’s bow will in sorrow bend    
Lifting of insidious laminated unto the beast roars    
Calm unto the sea where hollowness weeps upon shores    
Tattered wings and battered souls encased in whispered dreams    
The lioness roars from sicken wounds all to see have seen    
Mentality to the star's oracle cries in the chosen of its deviant fear    
Mirror mirror whispered of ancient tears    
Cold winds comfort thy thirty hearts    
Warmness succors the Chi for eyes traveling life’s journey in the dark    
Time softly speaks of wisdom vitality and age    
Commissary to the monarch who bemoans of rage    
Kiss upon my hand thy hall grasps to softly entwine    
Fables of deception told of its grandiose by vanity assumption by its covet designs    
Come hither my King and rest of thy vintage soul    
Closed mouth speaks of times scribbled on scrolls of old  
I will make this night as you please  
Tomorrow you shall sniff our ingrained scent in the pleasure of our yesterday sheets
The Queen or shall in the nudity you claim as you come deep unto me
I need
Your love my rapture will appease
In my bed stirring the echoes of thy fire in my arms passion we shall greet    
Tongues bonding in vain’s  prepared feast    
A queen’s voices on the fourscore of the midnight breeze roams    
Divinity of Craving sings in glee of life’s cherished song    
The King's kiss upon my lips
Duality of simplicity where souls shoot meteorites upon the galaxy and then earthly collide    
Houses upon sands built of merger wages    
Bricks upon bricks steadfast in the limelight of potions, angling merciless upon sacred pages    
Who lips dare say what the hungry eyes see to impetuous think    
Love and haltered merge in the calling of a cosmic blink    
Oh, thy secret lover under my spell be asunder from thee
I beg to own your virility while moving under me    
Fables of false love under a Queen's forgotten grace
Her King my bed he taste
His soul thrust unto mine as surely as the calling to the depth of the sea    
In the cometh of the morning sun find delight in the sultriness when he moves deep into me as I whisper his name when I speak    
When he divides me with his loins in the craving of my skin’s it slowly seeps    
Written by SweetKittyCat5
Published | Edited 2nd Nov 2022
Author's Note
Anne Boleyn was one of England’s most controversial queens. In 1533, King Henry VIII annulled his first marriage (to Catherine of Aragon) and was in the process of breaking with the Catholic Church to wed Anne

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