Nefertiti

 

But it would be sinister, 

  For I would touch myself and think of you. 

I before me, would have visions philander, 

  And spread my legs, adorned and draped 

 Of Queen's highest order, you a thresh-hold 

   Of mine, 

 Slaves lined up, eager to please, 

    their Queen. 

It was erotic, and sacred, and I, 

  Revered. 

  Holy

To be touched. 

  Worshipped.  

and gifted any cock 

  I saw fit to have. 

       Magnanimous. 

  

       Glorious. 

    And a reign I seek never to forget.