Fantasy, Knight, erotic |
Upon a cold night drear, did this Knight retire Unbid came the Angel of Dreams Sending a warm, marvellous, swirling mist Perfect twin peaks revealed Capped with sensuous tips Clothed in snowy gossamer threads, Revealing, teasing, hinting of pleasures fine Down these glorious slopes I slid, Gliding across the soft rolling vales beneath Soft living curves inviting my lips Commanding my kiss to their cold warmth Flowing beneath my hands explored A wondrous undulating plain Curved, warm and gently heaving Begging me to touch, explore Upon a smooth risen cleft did next I arrive Soft, delightful, moist, throbbing, Thrust up, begging for attentive release Still sheeted in silken wonder Uncontrolled strength surged in my loins Virile passion flooded my very being My sword itself did unsheathe Gossamer rendered asunder, cast away With wild abandon plunging into ecstasy Say you, "Shame Knight, Shame" But shame held not this day. Passion bold swept all else away My sword did plunge, plunge again Till tremors exploded throughout me The earth beneath did tremble A shuddering, under me did course Upon sweet whispering flesh I, a mounted knight did lay This quaking earth gasped Clinging up-thrust in fierce embrace I dreamt, exhausted with pleasure pure Shifting sweet earth my senses awakened Flooding my loins with passionate strength My sword did its glorious sheath seek Again to thrust and rapture find Contentment once more filled me Yet my ever-seeking sword could not rest Near death, it did wobble once more erect! Blood filled passion swelling, successful again Exhausted I fell into oblivious sleep Awakening, a maid with me lays entwined Beautiful, peaceful, up top a gossamer gown Angel of Dreams do I still slumber Does a vision or reality beside me lie? |