The Queen’s Insatiable Fire

 When men were fed by lust, in days of old

And lived in earthen tents or palaces of gold

Stood a captive, naked and alone,

 On marbled floor, before the queen;

Whose form was fair, but had a heart so mean

 Defiantly he gazed her; longing with desire,  

 Savage blood coursing to his velvet steel;

Mercenary, unbeatable in battle, conqueror                              

Now just a prisoner; the spoils of war,  

 She touched his skin with sovereign curiosity

 No shocked or changed expression came on her       

 Watching his ready penis high up in the air     

 With just one word she could dismember, but  

  In his eyes she found no fear, but wondered, what

  Madness lived within this bold faced commoner?      

   No ordinary soulless vagabond was this, to

    Bother and excite a queen, in all her secret places,

    She vowed that the moon would blush that night

   When hearing screams of their pleasure unite            

     With tongue and lips and every orifice   

   She would bleed this savage beast of strength,

    Soften his impudence  

   Tame every drop of this defiant steed

    At dawn his fate to live or die another day,

    Would be decreed;

    On testing of his will, to feed her need;

    Cool that insatiable fire