My King
My King
Oh, my sweet King.
What would I do without you?
What would I be without you?
I see myself in front of you. I see you in front of me and my knees go weak.
My eyes go wide and my words die in my lips. All I see is you.
All I want is you.
What would I do without you?
What would I be without you?
Would you let me?
Your cross legs dances right in front of my eyes and I go mad.
Your skin so delicate and smooth and deadly.
You will be the dead of me. And you know it.
And you love it.
I crawl to you and set a soft kiss in your ankle. I let myself be in your lap, I could die.
I purr out of joy when I feel your hand in my hair.
Such a soft touch coming from you. Such a loving gesture toward me.
My king
Oh my sweet king
What would I do without you?
What would I be without you?
Would you love me?
