What a pity!

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Being shackled by her leash,

Has left you looking sullen, trapped, and dead;

But I know how to slip into your barely throbbing heart,

To enflame your sleeping passions.

Once upon a time, you reared like a glorious dragon

To the flick of my queenly scepter.

You pursued my whimsical commands with vehemence,

Haughtiness, and I laughed at you.

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Such a mistake!

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My laughter provoked your smirk,

You sent me sprawling head over teakettle,

Pinned me down, your hips rammed into a place

Where only forbidden desires lurk.

I laughed at you again, legs folding over your back,

And I encouraged your next attack.

Instead of striking me low, you aimed for my heart,

And managed to hit the mark.

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What a pair!

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Your presence in my court

Did not go unnoticed by the jester whose pendulous hat

Splayed open at his crown, head shaking, wondering how

Your snout and talons had latched onto my skirt,

Which rustled as I strode forward, expression set in calculated repose,

With all of my excuses for having you so close.

The jester did not mask his disapproval,

And fetched her, your master, for your immediate removal.

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Such a shame!

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Despite our indulgences, there were some elements

Of restraint and honor, our backs ramrod straight

Even though we had no right to raise our chins so high.,

We could not wait for what we both wanted: me, a king;

You, inspiration, despite the fact that you already had

Committed to another with a ring, to a master

Who had suspected that you strayed, and was tightening

The noose on your neck until you obeyed.

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What a pity!

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The world could have been ours.

Seems like such a waste to know

While I bathe in lonesome splendor,

Your glittering scales fade to gray,

Temperament cooled from sorry resignation,

All of your passion gone away.

Still, when you escape your cave for a wander,

You always come back to me, ever fonder.