The Queen of Obscene

Satin sashes adorned her porcelain skin

Black Lace veiled her mystique

Dressed the part she lived

A torrid dark angel to feed his fire

She was the Queen of The Obscene

Her castle was a shack on the moor

The Bog and they bayou were her home

She lived a life of royalty befitting a queen

A fire blazed in her hearth as she kept court

Blazing passion burned in her soul for him

Purveyor of her soul, and her betrothed

The only one fit to share her bed, The BogfatherBoghouse


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