The white Queen stands at my side
The game is yet to begin
Resplendent dressed in white 
Standing tall 
On her precious square of white.
Me, I stand beside her in her shadow
Watching her as she surveys her world
Ready for battle 
Ready to claim her prize 
Looks that kill
Looks that thrill 
She is my world 
And I am her prize 
Sweeping across the squares 
She consumes all before her 
Building a wall of white steel
To protect me, her King 
Yet her King is her strength 
The King that  brings her life
The King that stimulates and fulfils 
Each of her many needs 
Rampant and powerful 
She becomes weak at her knees
As I command her fulfilment