Come in and let me take it from there,
Your body is the party tonight,
The fragrance is you,
The food is you,
The drink is you,
All I need and want tonight is you.

You asked what did you need to bring?
All you need is to bring is you,
Wardrobe is your birthday suit,
I'ma cater to you tonight,
I'ma spoil you tonight,
I'ma give you everything you want and desire.

Explore your fantasies and dreams,
Tonight is your night,
I'ma make it the best night of your life,
Let's make it last forever,
Let's keep this moment,
Stay in moment tonight,
Let's remember tonight.

I know you never had a man like me,
I'm all about you,
You deserve to be desired,
You deserve to be spoiled,
You deserve to feel wanted,
You deserve the best.

Upon the marble foundation
stood kings of light and dark.
Each towered above their noble men,
each watched from their royal mark.

The queens faced off where they stood,
while the knights mounted their horses.
The bitter players sat on each side
considering their forces.

The bishops were positioned beside the rooks,
the pawns in a line up front.
Up there they would take the attacks,
up there they would take the brunt.

The pieces were arranged in perfect order
the match was about to begin.
The players shook hands, one stone faced
the other with a stretching grin.

The pawns of ivory made their move
while the ebony ones looked on.
And so it went, one piece at a time
until most of them were gone.

There the queens were protecting their kings
before one made a fatal mistake.
With a slash from a knight, the queen was brought down
and it left the king to quiver and quake.

The pieces that were left quickly moved in
and the king was pushed to his knees
His crown fell off and rolled away
to the sounds of his dying pleas.

Queens Loves Poets. (for Em MacKenzie)
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Kings love making war,
no wonder, the people,
remember well fond
their femi-mine
rulers with femi-fervor,
Queens, who loved poets.

You fear Jesus,
Adore Mary,
generosity of understanding.
because it is hard
for woman to do
cruelty,
till she has been abused
by men who thought
they were kingly by being
beknighted, unbeheaded
for now at least.

Men who invented Brandy,
in the be of night,
were stupid men,
they forgot alcohol, the
Brandy of Channing,
is not fit for manning,
for it is a
toxin, like me, like me.

Life the one thing we all have
In common both the rich and poor,
Fools and kings, queen and ******.It
End is the most cruelest thing—death