Queens are trapped from within...
quick ed lines..
Tall regal she holds her eight children...
..out..against..
...the comming..inside of the hordes..
..banging hard on the oaken door..
Much parring such magnificence...
... such deep thrusting..
To open her middle to gain her subject in trust...
Still is the mind to trap the rose is Justina's....
..... as opponent moans..checks in on rose...
......................is silky heavy mated...
Is It Poetry
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chess-justina-s-roses/
