Disloyal Royalty

I thereby pledged to leave alone endeavors bound for ills, my own to worship at your fleshly throne and bow before your pleasures their ends, quite at your leisures oh all my prayers are met, replete while fawning honors at your feet ten hot-pink piggies, soft ‘n’ sweet lined straight as little misses kept clean for courtly kisses I'm just a jester - scoundrel, true one foolish fool for moonlite, blue when daubed upon the husk of you pearled garland for your bedding to naughty knots, we're heading yet while I worship yours, all-in and fan our friction, skin-to-skin you call another's name (with sin) and perfect passion molders so cleaving, as it smoulders ... this fool's head ... from his shoulders. Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, October 11, 2022