Waterloo Queen The Wetness Of Dreams

My Waterloo Queen I sing your praises as I bask in the glory of your light, my heart beats steadily in reverence of you.
I'm your line wolf,my love you are as more beautiful than the silver moon that I howl at.

 You are the golden wisdom of time, dripping the wetness of your intellect, into the depths of my mind.  You are the precious rain clouds and the silver line.

I inhale and exhale you.  My love you are the breath of the divine. The most high is the greatest artist and you are his grand designs.

 You are bliss and pleasure the ultimate climax in time.  You stroke the sunshine and it moans with pleasure seductive wind blowing stroking it's chimes.

 You are the grand feast in the great halls of love. Where great kings come to dine. They stroke themselves with lust, as they sip your hot butter rum and wine.

  I kneel in front of you, I am at your rear stroking your hair. I tell your name into the night as I cum from behind.
 
   The Angels fall from the heavens to make love to you. Because you are the mystical enchanting Queen of the Waterloo.
 
 My Queen I cum for you  I am stroking my cock  with my eyes close as my heart drums for you. My Queen I give you fleshy salute. All Kings stand in honor of you.

 Stroking their staffs spilling their creamy tribute.  Yet with visions of fucking you filling their heads. But I am the great Hebrew King that lies in your bed.

My Waterloo Queen you are the rivers and streams. The Queen of seduction and the wetness of dreams.