Her Royal Madness

She has got sweet skills and swagger, stuffs up her sleeves make men stagger. Some watch with awe her hyperactive hips and lick lies from her luminous lips... bowing to worship her royal madness. Sunlight fraternizes her flaked up face, dumb men drool to penetrate the place. The magnification of her milky mountains gets more folks under her flirty fountains... bowing to worship her royal madness. She is that secretary with skimpy skirts making cool clients fall like freaky flirts. Mr chairman fell for this cheap choice and then got his once vibrant voice... bowing to worship her royal madness. Her body is her business- a romantic river, pay to plunge in- she is but a greedy giver; Alas she was patronised by petty parasites and then got to a terminus full of termites... bowing to worship her royal madness.