Sealing purity from prowling alphas behind tight lips isn’t thrilling
So she bares a beautifully-brown array of molars;
A toothy grin tainted with acid degradation lures the hungry eyes of boys
to her coffee cup,
Trying to stir innocence up from the bottom of the mug,
but discovering that she dresses her coffee as she dresses herself,
Simply bold and black with no need for nonsense.
Cloaked in boldness,
the queen wears nothing but a wild grin, her heart upon her sleeve,
and a coffee cup in hand for a magnificent brocade;
In the presence of the throne,
All the boys hide,
but all the men come running.