Such skin, with scarce blemishes Flawlessness in abundance Crown Her body like the Queen that she is Her curves sketch the shadows into perfection As the dim lights illuminate the royalty of Her body
Her need cries out of her blossom Winking like the jewels around Her neck Her breasts stand powerful, like the leader to his following eyes As his lips bow down to lay his Highness into bliss
He sucked the fantasies out of Her As Her screams painted fairy tales for the castle to hear
— Nanda Regine
From "Inside Her Roses"
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