Queen of Hearts

In the realm of elegance, Nikita reigns supreme,
A queen adorned in beauty's gleam.
Her essence, a symphony of grace and fire,
With each glance, igniting love's desire.

Pure as the morning dew, her soul divine,
In her embrace, all worries resign.
A lover of passion, she moves with sensual art,
Captivating every beat of my heart.

In her presence, I find my refuge, my shrine,
Lost in the depths of love so fine.
She's the muse that inspires my every rhyme,
In Nikita's love, forever I'll climb.

In the realm of allure, Nikita reigns supreme,
A queen of passion in every dream.
Her essence, a fiery dance of lust and flame,
With each touch, igniting love's wild game.

Pure as the moonlight, yet with a sultry sway,
In her gaze, fantasies come out to play.
A lover of seduction, she moves with sensual grace,
Leaving a trail of desire in her embrace.

In her presence, I'm consumed by primal need,
Lost in the fire of passion, heedless of speed.
She's the enchantress who sets my soul ablaze,
In Nikita's love, I'm lost in a passionate maze.