Loves Throne! Mesmerized by the power, angry until then, wanting it to end and needing the skin, draped in throb, scared of touch, knowing the feel will have its way, knowing the feel with make me sway, hips cursed to plunge into the folds of loves savage throne. Throne so powerful in its blackness, standing tall in its resolve to claim the silk thats wons its crown, Feeling the royality of the need, knowing the loyality as the smell of the promised seed speaks its language unto thee. Glistening to the rythm of the nation unfolding and lieing in its free spell until the throne finds its silky home and thrust his heavenly sword there! Screams of outcry befall, For the sword struck its promise and laughed unto then, and knew by the hips that he would win, plunging and thrusting unto the night, thirsty for all within this fight, Striking and striking until the walls caved in, feeling the eruption before it began, tightening against the bare of the throne, lifting the sword straight to the home, grabbing the fruits of gods savage blend and burying sweet tongues within, laughing into the twist steady until ye bliss, bliss away unto the then, ready and willing to sit on the throne again.