Her Majesty

Princess walking down the isle,
Inherited queen's beauty's galore.
More elegance than Cinderella,
Prettier than the dress she wore.

While smiles are great, picture perfect
Evil thoughts run throughout her mind.
Princess of stature and beauty, a waste
For her whole sexuality is not aligned.

How to tell the queen she is not interested
Of all the many suitors that are bestowed
The dreams of motherhood are dispersed,
Is the princess following the wrong road?

Fantasies she has created in her head,
Of women servants doing ugly deeds
She has stopped before, never will again,
For it will help her sexually confused needs.

For now she will walk down the isle,
As other women's jealousies ascend.
She will doubt herself and the others,
Knowing her feelings will never end.