I gaze across the booth at you
my head adorned by a paper crown
sticking out my tongue at you
as you suck that milkshake down
With a royal flourish
I take you by the hand
you can be my Lady Jane
I can be your Tarzan
or maybe just your Burger King
ruler of your heart
You can sit atop my plastic throne
admire my paper crown
I will ask milady for a dance
spin you naked round and round
then I will throw you over my shoulder
carry you to my royal bed
and ravish you just like King Kong
or maybe Henry the 8th did
with your eyes soft velvet in the darkness
my hand will caress your rosy cheek
I will whisper that I love you
and want you to be my eternal Queen
.
King (a poem)