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Monday, June 13, 2011

The Queen

The Queen sits high upon her throne and I am hers—her very own.
I sit and await her beckon call for she’s my Majesty, the Queen of all.
She points and shouts for what she needs and I jump at her command.
I kiss her feet and bow my head and she pets me with her lovely hand.
Her breasts are full, her belly round, her lips are cherry red.
If I am good and I am kind, she may take me to her royal bed.
We will romp and we will play and roll and laugh the day away.
But then again, tomorrow comes and back to reality I must go.
She will crack her mighty whip and stomp her foot and scream,
“Pour my tea and draw my bath and kiss my little toes!”
Everything for my Queen—yes, everything for her sweetness.
She is so fair and soft and gentle—yes, she is my weakness.
©Kay Salady
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POETRY POTLUCK- Dictatorship, Autocracy, and Despotism ~ Jingle Poetry


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  2. naughty queen! watch out for that whip!

  3. I've known too many ladies like this...lol!

  4. As long as everyone is happy...

    Nice write. : )

  5. It's good to know what our weaknesses are... Hope she's adored in return..love it!!

  6. A rather frisky Queen we have here. Love the write. and the over tone of it. Just enough to let your mind draw its own pictures and conclusions love it!

  7. I agree with Lyn. I would almost feel sorry for the queen's minion if he (or she or whoever) didn't know exactly what was going on. I like the honesty in this. The pictures really help tell the story too.

  8. Hello Kay!Thank you for stopping by! I really do appreciate your taking the time to leave a comment...I read each and everyone of them. I hope your day is a good one and that you will come back again soon. Greetings from Rio de Janeiro/Brasil!
    Nelson Souzza :)

  9. what a naughty queen! enjoyed every word of your delightful poem. :)