' His sexual kingship, my King'

He walks in and there fell a hush
my head spun from the blood rush

His stride so confident drenched in youthful gaiety
And his face like that of a Greek deity

Tall and broad, yet such toned abs
And his chest so big it would make good slabs

He stood and looked around
All the ladies in the room spell bound

He turned, his face a weathered one
Still not any of its handsomeness gone

A boyish aura around him
Still in a crowd, a king he will beam

Because a king he is, a king his name
Him and his name, one and the same


...His eyes fell on my face
And all that maleness held in a brace

broke into a crooked grin
That lopsided grin that pushes all my stress in a bin

He walked towards me, jungle strides of a lion
Fever engulfed my loins

From my stomach weakening my knees
Churning like a nest of bees

He reached me and I swear
I swooned, for his effect I can no longer bear

Every ladies in the room green with envy
Their eyes darting like poison ivy

I am his queen and with him I belong
And His touch can make me long

Then He spoke in a voice that my heart grazed
'Honey can we go?' by now am crazed...
'
Hello, hello, sorry, are you there?'
And back from from my obvious daydream as it were

Flushed with embarrassment and sudden fluster
I crooked 'how may I help you?', ah bugger

'My name is King, can you tell your boss am here?'
'You can go right in' My heart beating, no a pounding lair

Then before he walked right off, he turned and winked at me

My weak heart exploded, He was my King after all

With heart singing and brains ringing
I was really jolted, he was mine for a second's splitting
His sexual kingship, my king