Her Royal Madness 2
Her body is a weapon of mass distraction
the make up on her face creates confusion...
Men are melted by the heat of her hips,
Lords become lads just to lick her lips.
The pie between her thighs is a potent tool
used to sap the sense of flirty fools.
Random men turn to financial fountains
just to burnish her milky mountains.
She is the reason for the teary seasons
of some faithful sisters in marital prisons.
She is the terrible traffic jam on the highway
that makes husbands get home late everyday.
She directs the directors in the bedroom,
and ruins their brains in the boardroom.
She is a queen, slavery is her business,
Only her clients hail her royal madness.
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