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Queenism

The sensation of warm moist lips

Lay softly on my neck as he begins to nibble on my ear

I loose a single tear

Full of heartache and happiness

I am beautiful in your eyes

Therefore I am the prize

QUEENISM

The state of being more

More for you more for me

Gazing in my eyes that is what you see

I am strong powerful better yet gentle caring

I turn compassion into a fashion

Fall in so you can do my dance

For he knows who he is who gave me this chance

QUEENISM

Embrace me for I am yours

Leave I will never choosing me was most clever

You and I as one as we embark on our endeavors

I am here to help build our kingdom

Streets of gold and garments of GUCCI

Eyes of envy and tongues of jealously

Become one with me as I bow down and king thee

I am your Queen and this is the state of

QUEENISM

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Published
Sep 1, 2010
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Copyright 2010 by B. Boykin

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