Lapping her deliciousness, I savor its exquisiteness.
I am engulfed in the illicitness her pheromones induce.
Biochemically seduced by tastes buds introduced to tidal surges of honey.
So I suckle at the comb.
Attend my Queen like a drone receiving instructional cursing {singular pronoun, first person}, and I happily oblige her lewd command to put that work in!
Decorum in this venue is stricken from the menu.
Debauchery is our soup du jour.
-HymnAgen