I feel regal, draped in jewels and a crown,
But stay silent when my Desert Eagle comes around.
The weight of it in my hand, cold metal in my grip,
A royal command in each trigger’s click.

Silk cascades over curves, a tantalizing tease,
Each glance from my throne brings them to their knees.
The air thick with longing and desire in the night,
As I draw closer, the world feels just right.

With every heartbeat, I’m wrapped in allure,
A queen’s fierce spirit, confident and pure.
In shadows they linger, captivated by my fire,
As I unleash my charm, igniting their desire.

Gleaming like my crown, it shines with pride,
In its polished gold, my power won’t hide.
Adorned with gems, I sit on my throne,
But with my Desert Eagle, I’m never alone.