God's hard cock is my throne!

Be a queen they said,
My yoni frowned hard,
NO! she raged!
Why be a queen
when I lust
to be a goddess?

I need no jewels or diamonds.
when my sacral and eyes light up
every particle of space!
Why wear velvet robes or Gucci
when my naked skin kissing the air
is what makes me feel royal?
Why do up my hair big and fancy
when my matted traces do magic?
Why feast on Michelin-starred delicacies
when the taste of my own bleed
feeds an ancient power?
Why wear measely tiaras
when I am crowned with a juicy womb!

and baby I need no pedestal,
nor men bending their knees before me
when I’ve got God’s rock-hard cock as my throne.

Never a queen, always a goddess!