I demand the queens head
yes the royal head I said
I want it safely stacked under my bed
to my nylons i'll have it fed
I demand the queens head
so be obedient to what i've said
and there will be no blood shed
I demand the queens head
I want it brought without the mess
I want it brought in at its best
and then maybe I will go to rest
It gently drips down my body
I can feel it trickling
feel it mingling
between every sense
it trickles down and jumps off the edges
after it gives my body all it pleases
its touch arouses every part of flesh in me
its sad I cannot see what I can feel
eventually it takes me over and I am filled
my skin feels like the petal of a wild lilly
I feel just like a fair maiden
thanks to my friend that falls from heaven
*i want to...
stroke your cheek with my finger tips
to touch them with my moistured lips
to have your eyes as glued to me
as the power of attraction lets them be
to talk to you in ways I can only do
when your stare could almost pierce me through
I want to hold your hand,
rest mine in the middle of your palm
or even get exhausted
so I can rest my forehead on your arm
I want to know you
hold you
tease and squeeze you
anything possible just to please u
and all these things i'd like to do
but not the chance to pull them through
so I sit and wait here patiently
as seeing you remains a fantasy
*
I am fearless
I fear not even the biggest
I fear not snakes and bears
or daggers and spears
I fear not the end of the world
or the lion that roars
I do not fear even death itself
coz I know in heaven i'll dwell
there is only 1 I fear apart from God
and that is he who holds my heart
for with that he holds my world
He cant get tired of me
not when my finger tips are his source of energy
when my touch does more than realise his fantasies
not when my words take him anywhere he wants to be
not when my body is a temple of mysteries
no he dare not get tired of me
not when I am the one that completes his being
not when I am the prettiest thing he has ever seen
not when he knows he can peacefully sleep
coz he knows i'll be watching over him whilst he dreams
and I think he looks beautiful engorged in the things only he can see
but I know am involved
because I rock his world
and I know he dare not get tired of me
I am the one and only thing he ever needs
because am there regardless of how he feels
and I provide him with all the thrills
needed to distract him from those 'promiscuous' films
*DARE
yes I know he dare not get tired of me
because I make sure to cook his favourite meal
every Sunday
just to keep him from going hungry
so in return he never wants to starve me
when I get those cravings
but the real reason which I see
why he puts up with the stress and insecurities
how he knows that my flaws only make me unique
the reason why this boy just cant dare to get tired of me
is because I love him
and I think we were meant to be
