They seem to be blinded by the gray glares of my eyes
Hypnotized  by my sinless hips
Mesmerized by the fullness of my soft temptous lips
I wheel them in with the fairytales and fables
I will tell them that they are worthy  
And there is no one else in this world for me
I will break them into pieces  like they will try to do me
Their eyes will tell their  secrets and even when lies are coming from their lips.
They will be my peasants  and I will be their queen
They shall kneel before me with bleeding  wounds across there chest
Lashes for  everytime they tell me they love me
They will wash my feet with holy rosemary  and embrace the aroma of my soft petal like skin.