That so round and voluptuous ass of yours does not make the world go around, my dear.
Mankind's bliss does not rest upon your so ample and luscious bosom, my darling.
Obviously, many submissive males have misguided and convinced you to think otherwise, but that so succulent and sweet honeypot between those so irresistible and beckoning thighs does not make you the Queen bee, my lady.
I am not one of your drones. They think you are the Queen bee, but I know better than to think so highly of you, my love.
As for myself, and matters concerning both you and I, if you think you are the Queen bee, I suppose that makes me the bee charmer.
©sjcarrpoet
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