A queen unknown to all

How beautiful can that day could be
when all men are there to see the queen -
fully naked and spreading her legs -
for gentleman to come and fuck her,
but just that the queen is not visible.

She is not visible.
She is hidden, inside a world -
the world that is full of chaos,
full of approximations
full of tricks and inventions.
But there is only one way,
to fuck 
a "thing"
completely. 
And that way needs to be discovered, gentleman - not invented!
 
Can you invent multiple techniques to satisfy a single mistress?
No.

There is only one way and only a right man would know it.
Is it because a right man is born to be right?
Of course, not!
A right man is not born: a man is born to close to be "right" every minute,
in persistence to fuck the mistress hard.
But what does even "fucking hard" mean?
There is no end to "fucking her", right?
When would you stop?

To fuck her is to actually decide that you wanna fuck her,
and let that decision fuck you all over, no matter what happens.

Knowing what your queen is and accepting that that is your queen
even before meeting her is the act akin to fucking yourself first 
that in the pursuit of finding her, you would fuck yourself first,
for intense periods of "thinking, trials, and errors", and the success would be,
when one day you find her, with her legs opened, 
with right set of tools - lemmas, axioms, and theorems -
and completely worship her, oil her, and enter her smooth crevices to discover
what you were searching for since the day you realised that you are made for her.