Gawd Save the Kween

phallocentric
shallow, centered
self, essential
size him up
black body
male
epicenter
fail
my epicenter
all hail
the kween
i have entered
bow down to your grace
presents of lotions and lace
audience of one
silent applause
i am to be looked at?
pause
blindfolded
eager to see the goods
eager to get the keys to see under tha hood
heavy engine
i likes that
v8 power
black gold
deck of cards
52 card pickup
poker
i fold
uncover my eyes
and let them discover you
"not yet"
foreign hands dance up my spine
masked trust
foreign kisses
foreign touch
drowing in pleasure
let the ocean swallow you up
euphoric attempted murder
water boarding
whats the name of term where you like pain?
and all i can say
while the waves rush over me
again and again
in hushed whispers
god save the kween

GOD SAVE THE KWEEN