A Queen had lived within these walls for many years, it's true, And dreamed of things the King would never let her start to do... But he was of the older school, with "honor" as his guide, And only let his mistresses perform what she’s denied. Then came the day she made her move, beneath the table's spread, She dropped upon her royal knees and bowed her golden head. Into his breeches she reached out, a bold and daring feat, The courtiers turned their eyes away at such a "royal treat." The King was stunned, his senses numbed, he lost the power of speech, But then he grew quite dull and dazed, within her passion’s reach. The Queen was purring like a cat, she swallowed and she played, As if the royal lance were candy, she was not afraid. "Oh, you are mad, my noble Queen!" he whispered in a haze, [girlish melodious perky voice] But boiling passion filled his soul and set his mind ablaze. The room around was deathly still, like some old silent show, A sight so dangerous to see, a sinful way to go! The King began to groan aloud, like a wild boar in a cage, The Queen was high on ecstasy, as if she’d reached the stage. And tasting there the forbidden fruit, she found her highest peak, Until a sudden, piercing cry broke from her rosy cheek! The storm had passed, the King looked up, his face a shade of red: "Forgive me, love, I was so blind," was all the monarch said. The Queen just gave a wicked smile, her eyes like sparks of fire: "My friend, we’ve heard the flute of bliss from heaven’s holy choir!"
