I'm justly known as the wisest one, <br />who talks to God as a favourite son, <br />I built the Temple of Solomon; <br />for in sacrifice is duty. <br /> <br />Your herald's drum is much discussed; <br />demonic rhythms, that tryst with trust. <br />A strumming beat and we're all percussed, <br />to celebrate your beauty. <br /> <br />I only know you've travelled far. <br />Might I take a punt, was it from Saba? <br />That land of dams and fragrant spa, <br />my exotic Queen of Sheba! <br /> <br />My exotic Queen of Sheba. <br />My erotic Queen of Sheba. <br />A gift from God; to all, a star! <br />My exotic Queen of Sheba. <br /> <br />Your PR man has earnt his crust, <br />but so much more, are you, and thus, <br />I, a wolf, am ravenous! <br />My erotic Queen of Sheba! <br /> <br />But now such hopes are turned to dust. <br />There's no escape, my mind's concussed. <br />For this is love, not merely lust; <br />I'm all at sea, or deeper. <br /> <br />My exotic Queen of Sheba. <br />My erotic Queen of Sheba. <br />In tantric arts, you raise the bar. <br />My exotic Queen of Sheba. <br /> <br />My exotic Queen of Sheba. <br />My erotic Queen of Sheba. <br />I must have been bewitched - you are: <br />my exotic Queen of Sheba!<br /><br />David SmithWhite<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-the-queen-of-sheba/
