10/02/2025
The Queen in Question
Her skin is soft like the Black pedals of a rose
Her essence is of a holy queen in need of nectar
Her every posture wrung from songs of magic
Beauty is of a perfectly complete insane refrain
Love does not speak it is it's wealth that echoes
Deep within the walls are the motions of a Beating drum
On the surface of her temple is heaven above the meadows
She's like a last chapter full of verb's
Her melanin glows like dark honey flows
Prosperity grows by just looking in her close
Her love is from a Father's prayer and her curves to render
Have no pretender her mother-in-law must now surrender
[email protected] / love does not speak, hear, see, feel nor guess any devil's evil in a partner - unless
The Queen in Question
Her skin is soft like the Black pedals of a rose
Her essence is of a holy queen in need of nectar
Her every posture wrung from songs of magic
Beauty is of a perfectly complete insane refrain
Love does not speak it is it's wealth that echoes
Deep within the walls are the motions of a Beating drum
On the surface of her temple is heaven above the meadows
She's like a last chapter full of verb's
Her melanin glows like dark honey flows
Prosperity grows by just looking in her close
Her love is from a Father's prayer and her curves to render
Have no pretender her mother-in-law must now surrender
[email protected] / love does not speak, hear, see, feel nor guess any devil's evil in a partner - unless