Why should you fix your eyes?

This is no banter, sir. This is no game.
I was your princess once, but won't be still.
Do not demean my line. It's not the same.
You'd whip my bottom hard, if you'd the will.
Don't tell me this alliance offered up
Comprises just that cock between my thighs.
It's not regal enough for me to sup:
A flaccid morsel of no girth or size.

You jest. Your mealy seed aspires to mix
With other fluids of a royal kind
You would have me provide. Why should you fix
Your eyes and feast on me: I have declined
To offer my surrender. You go down!
You entertain your sceptre, orb and crown.