King

I love you.

And no, I don't mean those cheap I love you's that only come because,

"ooo girl the sex was bomb!"

I am referring to the fact that you ignite butterflies in the depths of my uterus,

that flutter out of my esophagus choking me up while I utter your name, type of love.

You are the King I have awaited to build this empire with, you empower me, King.

I see you, and all the royalty that drips off your lips and collides with my spit 

as we engage in a breathtaking, unlawfully kiss. 

And yes, I will be your divine deity that protects your fortitude,

and yes, you may eat in my garden of fruits with Mother Nature.

Just. Don't. Fuck. Her.

You belong to me, and I too you. 

And with me, King you will never be never be neglected, sheltered, or disrespected.

Only catered to, rode for, and rode on.

Just as long as you ensure the Kingdom is manifesting and your Queen is prospering.

Pour into me intellectually, elevate me mentally, invest into me emotionally, 

and please me plus tax physically,

And in return, I will bare your fruits of labor in my glorious temple,

And. I. Will. Love. You.

All day and tomorrow.

For all eternity and past the past life. 

And yes, I pray you love me back.