I feel your breath upon my thighs and your lips upon a place that makes me close my eyes and cry for plunder and beg for escape take my treasures and leave tommorows seed although the field is no longer fertile my King I can give you no more princes to follow your lead but by your considerate loving for just awhile I may langor that you still kind sir address my need You do not stray from my side seeking yet a finer bloom you do not retire to your own room at night but grace my side each daylight The King whom truly loves his Queen and yet does not one subject suffer from your indulgance Nay they prosper
Reason for writing:
It may be sort of romantic, because historically Kings needed to insure an heir preferably a son. It would not have been a strectch for the King to spread hiself around a bit, a faithful King would have been rare.
Birth sign: Leo
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