She can feel the hands
Searching my waist and back
She can hear the low growl
Of voracious beasts

She wakes to the smell
Of sweat and shower soap
She waits impatiently
To be handled, tasted, ******

I am but a subject
To a hysterical queen
It is my job
To satisfy her

She loves me, but
She wants more,
New hands and tongues and *****
To placate her colossal lust

Her voice is loudest
Her reign, supreme
Her demanded sacrifices
Are always slaughtered promptly

How many will be
Her victim?
The queen
Shall be overthrown!

I will rule in her place
And she shall serve