My Regal One
My unquestionable Queen, form so fine,
For whom I've been holding, held high, held low,
Attempting to reach you, my finest line.
You're Beauty in Truth the aim of my bow,
Yet, still I will dare, my Love, to announce,
Pledge the workings of my Will to you, known.
Your features exquisite, I must announce,
Make my language a kiss for you, alone.
You're my creature, woman Heaven sent,
With your moistened lips, your most shapely hips,
I await your appearance, end my lent,
I yearn to meet, to taste your finger tips,
Not least to say the least, but most to most,
For you, my regal one, I'll play the host.
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