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Queen's Appreciation

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He knelt upon his self-respect to hide his bloody knees
          His lips pressed tender to her foot to properly appease
               So dutiful his gesture, that she raked his scalp to seize
     A fistful of his curls ...
His golden, god-like curls.

          Evulsing back his face-to-sky she plunged his sullen gaze
               "How dare you scrutinize!" she said, her ebon eyes ablaze
     Still yet, a grin had met her mouth, to mock her proteges
Surveyed his curvy lips ...
          With just her fingertips.

               He did his best for clemency with but his shimmered eyes
     As she appraised his cranium - its perfect shape and size
"A truly virile nose," said she, "and oh that jaw - a prize!"
          She'd ne'er see such again ...
               To shame all other men.

     "Oh it's your lucky day, my love, you are the one to save!"
She said, releasing all his curls, and gave her arm a wave
          A swish, and then she kissed him, "Perhaps now you'll behave?"
               Quite happy with herself ...
     His head ... upon her shelf.

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Date: 7/8/2019 9:52:00 AM
What a twist!!! Classic style!
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