Supple, moved by feel
Convoluted, enamored by your *** appeal
Difficult to look away
Try as though I may
Forbearing, I steal a second glance
Earn another chance
To ask you for this dance

Your back arches
Revealing your smooth curves
More than one deserves
I’ve inherited the earth

A kiss to the lips
Hands on hips
Tips and dips
Or passing ships?

Hair like golden fleece
Practice what is preached
Not by bounds, but leaps

It’s only contingent on whether we’re equally enamored
To be honest, I’d be quite flattered
But at the same time, empowered
And soon you’d be devoured
And undoubtedly deflowered
My lovely lady queen.