Her Highness

she takes the streets,
in sways a paris fashion walk made,
glittering glamour men say,
dogs turn gentlemen as they give way,
eyes that did site,
eyes that be to follow,
heads that shake,
such that can't win,
but mine a coffee mug says,
that be not the main play,
not her flesh,
though she be bien en chair,
not her garments,
those kinky yet worth,
laced with indian embroids,
to kill men in les plaisirs de la chair,
not her shoes,
designers,
from that stand to take,
none be that that be thought,
but a man tagged by the pinkie,
stumbling,
legs unable to hold,
such a mistress a slave hold,
in pride,
and all the damsels around red buttons hit,
such a prince leashed can be,
all but left in gaped beaks,
that chit-a-chatter know best,
all but to the merry of her highness,
for such a lord be dethroned,
in knees made to play a game,
an invention a madames' fun,
and rules she know best,
and play he will,
never a may she take,
shall be the answer,
in bent backs,
faces to the earth,
for she be her highness


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