But gradually he finds my clitoris
Once he sees how it makes me move,
Oh it’s unbearable to think of that sinful Joy. “Madame.. Who’d have thought teeth and ears,
So well do fit. Her ginger hands give me a glimpse
Of what she intends. I would ensure he be my personal attendant
I will bless him for what he has done. By duty I am bound to turn away
For I am alleged to the king not his daughter
Yet I must obey that of higher rank
And obey such a pleasing intention
I know not if it is in my power to please so great
So I should by all rights not see as I do
Oh and what wonder has no words to describe
M’lady sprawled out on her sheets
Her velvet blankets embracing her body
A chest of China dolls
A mountain of teddies and plush
A fountain of wealth in arts and trinkets about
A tiara framed upon her dresser
Not but a pampered babe
And yet so fine and a woman
On the purple satins of the rich oak bed
Four draped posters about her
And pillows of goose downs
I am not worthy
