Three parts for my Queen,
in small doses.
Beautiful and mean,
on thorns and roses.
Her anger fuels me,
turning metal to rust.
Peels away morality,
strength is a must.
I am strong now, I'm ready,
beat me down.
Please wear that teddy,
or this smile turns to frown.
Make me smile,
turning me red.
My favorite style,
is tied to a bed.
Like I said small doses,
my queen.
Thorns and roses,
a steamy scream.
Are you the dream....
remains to be seen..
T.b.c
*S*