The Whisper Serenade
A Duet Erotic Psalm and Romantic Poem of Seductive Ambiance
Christy, "Little Qt" Gallivan
Romatic Psalmist/Spiritual Poetess
John, "VikingGladiator" Gallivan
Warrior Poet/Erotic Psalmist
I am the Spiritual Poetess, the Goddess of Seductiveness, the Queen
of Cuties, the Chosen One.
I am proclaiming that love conquers all. Love is why we live.
When you are not sure of why or how, always remember that there is
I thank the Heavens above and the almighty Aphrodite Herself for
the gift of my warrior.
I am liberated from the tyranny of the villain that continuously
Thanks to the Goddess of Love and Romance for my warrior.
Yes indeed.... to my princess...my whisper serenade.
My tattooed princess that I adore:
Now release your sensual dreams to your tattooed bisexual
As I meticulously French kiss your pretty soft tongue.
Feverishly.... we get eachother in palpitating wet heat,
Being little girls, being enticing goddesses, being beautiful
I carress your inner thighs with feminine expertise,
Methodically playing with your erect pink nipples,
Dripping sinuous nectar in unisom, giggling like lovely
Submit to me my exquisite princess.
You need not hide anymore. No masks. No acting.
I know. I'm a woman. A female. A goddess.
I so crave to have your sanctum throbbingly pulsate on my soft
Squirt in my experienced hand delicious lady.
Secrete your deepest inner passions in my hand,
As I whisper serenade you in your precious ear:
"Make love to your experienced bisexual queen girly girl,
And infuse in me your inner secretes as another woman.
For I shall carress your gorgeous soft breasts with my perfumed
And my painted fingernails will tingle your attractive
I shall skillyfully brush your hair my immaculate princess,
Whisper serenading my romantic poems in your ear.
I desire to show you the way.
I want your womanly soul in my spirit.
I will make you feel intense emotion that no other woman can bring
Yes! I will stare into your eyes, and tell you I love you,
As my warrior will cum so very deep inside you.
Yes! You may love my gladiator,
As he sucks on your delicious anus for eternity.
Yes! I will French kiss you with ardent passion,
As he pounds you will unequalled brawn with his huge stiff
For it is our female voices, our feminine voices;
That whisper sernade the mightiest knights of all.
It is our harmonious high voices,
That whipser sernade and captivate silky soft women.
One syllable...You're wet for me gorgeous sweetheart.
One word...You're embracing me as another hypnotic temptress.
One sentence...We breathe in eachother's mouths in ecstasy.
One whisper serenade...You're my angelic tattooed princess.
I am the Viking Gladiator, the warrior poet, the erotic
The defender of women, the knight of romance, the soldier of
A nightclub bouncer of 23 years,
And this I truly declare with my entire heart:
A woman of dedication who is a female of loyalty,
Is more precious, cherished, alluring, and exquisite,
Than all the divine angels of the Heavens,
And all the gorgeous blossoms of the world.
Oh princess, hear my whisper sernade.
I stand mightily in the sands of the coliseum.
Hear me my opponents, and fear my strength!
For I am here for the Goddesses of Femininity.
For she is the Queen of Cuties, The Princess of Gentleness,
The Duchess of Beauty, the Empress of Seduction,
And the Governess of my heart. I worship them.
Though spectators shout my name that ascends to Heaven.
Though they chant my title in awe…..it means nothing!
My nightclub trade calls me a bouncer. Society calls me a
World history, present, and future say modern day gladiator.
The Blessed Ones calls me sweet…..that’s all that matters.
Yes. It is them and only them that I truly exalt.
My Angel. My Delicate Flower. Holy One of Sweetness.
I bow in your service. I give Thee reverence.
I am the Viking Gladiator. My devotion is incomparable.
For no soldier will win against this warrior poet.
I wield the Sword of Passion, the Helmet of Poetry,
The Shield of Strength, the Greaves of Masculinity.
Your luscious hair is the Crown of Glory.
Your slightest touch commands my obedience.
Your feminine voice calms the Sea of Wrath.
Your eyes that gaze into my soul grant life.
Your precious face is the epitome of softness.
Your majestic hips are so lovely sculpted.
Your lovely precious ears absorb my whisper serenade.
See me slay my opponents in the arena in the nightclub.
For my enemies fall before me.
They see my courage and flee.
They see my fortitude and run.
They see my bravery unequalled,
And my omnipotent zeal unconquered.
Though I may battle in the nightclub and Internet coliseum.
Your favor is upon me.
I axe the pride of my online competitors.
I scoff at their unromantic messages.
I ridicule and challenge them before the crowd.
I endlessly laugh at their profiles.
Release. Let it go. Just adore me and the queen!
Gyrate yourself upon me, and stare into my warrior eyes.
Grab my broad shoulders and tug my chest hair.
Caress my tattoos and colossal size frame.
Tell me how handsome and masculine I am!
Tease me with your girly persona!
I am your gladiator, protector, friend, and lover.
The defender of the heart of my lady,
With all my body, all my mind, and all my soul.
Inside me beats a warrior poets heart.
Though few will discover the real you,
As you wander misguided in the digital forest.
I know the baby doll that resides in your aura.
Hear...my whisper serenade.
Though many have tried to bleed me dry,
To damage my pride, to inflict sharp cuts,
I will not cease, but continue to profusely seek….
The supreme victory of love.
I will not despair. I valiantly fight my opponents,
For my lady deserves the best spectacle.
Beautiful, is the dragon, breathlessly, beautiful in flight.
So seems the soul of a gentleman warrior,
Seeking the end of this Internet love quest.
The myriads of women, the assembly of females;
All hail the true champion of combat,
But without your presence…it is worthless.
My beautiful maiden that can stir fire in my loins,
And fan the flames of passion in my mind.
I will stand and face the challenges I must,
Win the crowd, entertain the masses, kill my enemies.
It is my pleasure to do so, in the Internet coliseum.
For both in this electronic world and the real one….
I am a gladiator.
What do you know of the lovely Apple Blossom of Shenandoah?
It symbolizes union and togetherness as many worldwide,
Travel from near and far to attend its seasonal festivals,
Witnessing the marvelous fruit that springs forth,
And smelling the perfect fragrance it secretes.
However princess, there is something I must point out.
Nothing holds a family together more than the royal nostalgia
Of the matriarch that possesses unequalled love for her
For, “mother” is the name of God, spoken on the lips of
Perhaps you may have studied the poetic angel called Uziel.
His psalms and music encourages and uplifts God Himself,
And the myriads of other angels are mystified in glory to
Hear such melodious songs and harmonious notes of hope.
On the other hand princess, there is an issue that we must
Nothing brings more strength and charisma to a family and
Than the blessed feminine words of wisdom from a honest queen and
Could it be possible that you may have heard of the
The immaculate vanilla blossom of Western France?
Its shining white petals radiate authentic magnificence,
And its aroma is the most seductive of all;
For history has shown that emperors and kings
Have dispatched armies just to obtain any amount:
For its taste is unbelievably sweet.
Its flavor is amazingly perfect.
Its sight is downright beautiful,
And its feel so risqué and enchanting.
Nonetheless princess, here is something I must articulate:
Nothing is more genuine and captivating to a man,
Than the girly devotion of a sensual duchess.
For in my deepest despair, your words enthralled me.
In my darkest hours, your spirit consoled me.
In the midst of my trials, your presence uplifted me,
And in my evil imprisonment of torture,
Your femininity directed me,
For you are a princess that liberates warriors from battles,
And you are a goddess that nurtures all her loved ones.
Have you ever heard of the mighty archangel Raphael?
From the beginning of time, he has been appointed the
Holy One of healing physical infirmities,
And raising the sad countenance of entire nations,
By the powers of love, joy, peace,
Patience, kindness, goodness,
Faithfulness, gentleness, and brilliance.
On the other hand princess, there is something I must
God even bestowed more power to a woman.
For a gracious woman grants fortitude from her kisses,
And her exotic romance completes a knight,
With sweet affection during the day,
And mesmerizing caresses in the evening.
Did you ever listen to a sermon about the angel Remiel?
He is crowned, The Angel of Hope, and his duties
Are to inspire the Heavens and Earth with garrisons
Of angelic souls to comfort sons in their sleep,
And to protect daughters from nightmares in the dark.
For He is the protector assigned by the Almighty indeed.
However princess, here something I that must preach:
Nothing wards off bad dreams and ominous visions,
Like the femininity of a woman that hold dearly the ones she
Have you ever caught wind of the cherry blossoms of
Its vivid red and pink colors adorn the coast with pure
And its beaches are showered in the delicate petals of
Nevertheless princess, there is something that I must tell:
A woman’s prettiness is what envelopes the very essence of a
And you Little Flower Princess have the ability to baptize one in
For your frame is a sacred temple in the storms of
Your hair is an altar that mandates masculine worship.
Your hands are the monuments that command feminine praise,
And your face is an amethyst cathedral of adoration.
What do you think of the Valencia orange blossom of Spain?
Its rich structure represents incomparable sophistication,
As its citrus waves can easily arrest the hearts and minds of
For its juice and scent is avidly petitioned by everyone
On this planet who seek to experience the meaning of nirvana.
Nonetheless princess, there is something that I must say:
The passion of a woman is absolutely priceless,
For a feminine touch is the real source of life.
Have you ever heard the legendary music of Enya?
Her Gaelic language and soft voice will melt your heart,
And her New Age songs will soothe anyone’s soul.
On the other hand, I must indeed tell this:
My queen's feminine voice reigns supreme,
As I am instantly enchanted by her wise counsel and psalms,
Charmed by her flattery, and seduced with her sweet tone.
Hear...her whisper serenade:
One word....you're my little baby doll
One sentence....you're my enchanting seductress
One whisper serenade...Your princess soul is mine my love
I, the Queen, gently take you by the hand and lead you to the
sanctuary that we will both know so well .
I begin to remove your lingerie princess piece by piece until you
are completely exposed .
I gaze upon your femininity and see how truly womanly and
You have fought hard and now it will be your turn to be done and be
My soft feminine hands will rub and caress every inch of your soft
I will massage you from head to toe.
As the hot vanilla oil oozes on your; scars you feel comfort and
My silky-smooth hands rub it in and soothe your aches and
For it is the touch of your female that reaches your soul
Your princess body is so mesmerizing and captures my eyes
And brings them to new heights .
Your female heart longs to be touched,
And your skin desires the most gentleness touch of them all .
My fingers gently and barely graze your skin,
And this sensation gives you chills from one head to the
I use the bareness of my skin as lotion and let my supple nipples
run across you .
You seem to quiver and shake as I let my curves touch you, and your
eyes say it all ,
You are pleased .
Yes! Yes! My whisper serenade!