This is a poem my new loser wrote for me!!!

Princess Jen

Can it be true?
Can this be real?
Can reality surpass fantasy?
Can perfection be realized?

Princess Jen has the answers.
Princess Jen is THE answer.
Princess Jen, the pinnacle, the summit
Mt. St. Helen’s, K2, Mt. Everest
nay, higher, higher still, all the way to the Moon
nay, Mars, the highest peak of Mars
higher than any place on Earth
nay, The Sun, Sirius, Canopus, Rigel Kentaurus/Alpha Centauri,
nay, all the brightest stars combined, worlds colliding
Jennifer Supernova, the Universe Exploding
in the Climax of Creation
When Jen was born, then Perfection was Realized

This girl, this Princess, this Goddess,
the epitome of divinely inspired pure incarnated beauty
a beauty so great, that a few scattered pictures,
vague pixels, tiny little dots of color on a cold computer screen
is all SHE needs to control men’s souls
this and a few choice words from her keyboard
typed with those glorious alabaster hands
and that awe inspiring POWER leaps forth
over the wires, through the circuits, into the mind
Mesmerizing, Hypnotizing, Dominating, Overwhelming
PERFECTION, insanely perfect PERFECTION

Beauty beyond belief, beyond knowing
Without limit, without mercy, without equal
This extraordinary beauty
The beauty of Beauty Itself
The Blueprint for Beauty
The Lesson of How Beauty was meant to express itself in Female Form
This is Princess Jen
This Irish/German Goddess
This aspiring Florence Nightingale
This impossibly sexy seductress
This singular sensational siren

In HER own league
Playing by HER own rules
Ruling over men twice HER age or more
Making fools of kings
Making losers out of leaders
Taking what is rightfully HERS
By her God Given Greatness

To worship at her perfect feet
To be down at her perfect pedicured feet
To wish you could be the gold toe ring SHE is wearing
so that you could exist just to be on HER feet
To be totally enthralled, controlled, owned, and collared
by HER, by only HER, as only SHE alone can do
Because after seeing HER, and starting to be controlled by HER
one is spoiled, ruined, and lost to all others
one is left only to ponder HER mystery
and to ponder one’s fate
which is now chained to HER whims

There is only Jennifer, Jeni, Jen
There is just Jen
JUST JEN, JUST JEN, JUST JEN, JUST JEN,
JUST JEN, JUST JEN, and JEN again
It’s like breathing, like a heartbeat, like a pulse,
an endless circle, a second hand sweeping,
an alarm going off
sounding endlessly into the blackest night
Jen, Jeni, Jen, Jeni
Jen, Jeni, Jen, Jeni
Princess Jen, Princess Jen
Instant owner of my libido, my fantasies, my thoughts, my cravings,
my desires, my hopes, author of my inner world

and we, like tiny little planets orbiting our Sun
locked into that dizzying orbit
trapped in that spinning, whirling orbit
belonging to that Sun alone
The brilliant shining source of ALL
all power, all heat, all energy
emanating from HER
Lighting the way to ecstasy
Lighting the way to transformation
And transcendence

SHE has the power
SHE is the power
The Power to change, to mold, to shape and control
while we look, listen, tremble, yearn,
wonder in amazement
and beg to obey…