The Queen of all
by cricketjeff on December 27, 2008. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
[Wildride by Frank Frazetta]
No thoughts disturb her head it’s time to ride
The waves will break yet she will hardly see
Alone she has no secrets left to hide
But on this beach she’s able to be free
Her Lord expects his champion win
And she must see the horse will cut a dash
A loss would surely be a mortal sin
For which she’d pay a night beneath the lash
So every day she rides across the sands
To feel his rippling flanks between her thighs
And in the moment clearly understands
There’ll never be an answer to her cries
A groom and slave who cleans the horse’s tack
Is Queen of all when on this horse’s back
Author notes
Picture is “Wildride by Frank Frazetta”
English