Checkmating

Nevermind your cup size, 'cause I just want to see your chess...
Ladies first, so always keep a step ahead of the rest
A queen is powerful, but first a pawn must give her space;
The company you keep confines your power to a place

A knight fights for a king, but self-control he hasn't got;
Don't lose yourself, become a Guinevere and Lancealot
'Cause after lancing, knights will change direction and desert:
You're his trophy--- he feels accomplishment seeing the hurt

So Guinevere converts; the nun flirts with the dashing bishop---
His kisses on her lips like the bitter life in a hyssop
But in a Church corrupted, even priestly moves are slanted:
He pleads the Crimson Stain, but then demands you scarlet branded

Your chariot arrives to steal what's left of you away
...Daring rook, amidst cries of, "Let her be! She's gone astray!"
To fortify your heart, see you straightened within his tower;
Now Rapunzel, slowly withered and barely still a flower

And every queen deserves a king, but kings are strictly business;
He keeps her by his side because the queen protects his interests
He barely moves, but the queen walks the world to keep him pleasured
She's not treasured; by monetary gain her worth is measured

What every queen needs is the one that overstands these pieces---
That understands the game and more importantly what she is:
Not a queen or a card or a number or other play thing;
Someone deserving of love and undoubtedly worth saving

Saving from the chess-boredom of a love based on this leisure;
For love isn't a match, and it's not much of a game either.