In the presence of a regal ebony queen,
A power surges, an allure unseen.
Her dominant grace, a force so strong,
In her presence, I know I belong.
Her eyes hold a promise, a command so true,
To surrender to her will, to be born anew.
An intoxicating craving courses through my veins,
A longing to kneel, to bear her reins.
Her majestic body, a canvas of night,
Ignites my desires, sets me alight.
I ache to trace every curve, every line,
To worship her essence, divine.
Her aura commands, my heart starts to race,
A natural submission, a tender embrace.
I yearn to serve, to fulfill her needs,
To follow her lead, wherever it leads.
A Nubian queen, enchanting and bold,
Her dominance a story waiting to be told.
I’m drawn to her pull, like a moth to a flame,
Enslaved by her presence, I whisper her name.
In the shadows of desire, I find my place,
A willing captive to her captivating grace.
I offer myself, my soul, my plea,
To be at her feet, forever set free.
