poets

the Sultan

Look at them all
But crave me the most
I am jealous
I am mad
I can pull off my skin
I want to bite myself

I am on fire
I am in hell
And I want to drag you with me
The bottom filed with sinners
You like playing dirty
It is unfair game my Liege
So You should burn like me
Ten thousand eyes on you ,and so many hands and lips
All of them want a piece of you ,they play the same game

You like to be the king,you want to be the Sultan
Oh men ..! All men
They can't get enough
They always want some more
But I am not here for long Sir
I am about to leave
Let them be the escorts ,let me be the queen

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Put your hands on them
But keep your eyes on me
Put your seed in them
But always crewl back to me
Watch me being a godess
Let them be the slaves

I am the godess , I am your queen ,and the golden apple is me !