"Knights Honor" (Part "three")
By LovngStrength ©
Oh my heart.
My fair one.
Dost thou tremble?
In fear?
Or better,
Tis it the,
Sweet fruit of,
Anticipation?
Nay,
No need to speak,
My heart.
I see in thine eyes,
Such love and trust,
It melts this Knights heart,
And I tremble with thee.
Vibrate with thee.
As if two lutes,
Strummed,
In sympathy.
Know my love.
How I honor thee.
Love thee,
More,
Then all the celestial lights,
In heaven.
More than,
These poor words speak.
That I seek,
Forever,
To find my heart,
In thee.
My soul,
In thee.
My strength,
In thee.
Your trust,
In me.
Humbles.
Yet,
Makes this ache,
I feel,
A healing balm.
A calm,
I surrender to.
Be strong of heart,
My love.
As I bind thee,
Find thee,
Pulse to pulse,
To this,
Most ancient,
Of regal oaks.
Feel its wisdom.
Upon such,
Ivory flesh,
As thee's.
Bereft of gown,
I drown,
With,
Love besotted eyes,
In this vision,
Of thy perfection.
Fear not,
My fair one.
My hearts delight.
As I blind thee,
With this silk.
Thy favor,
Upon my joust.
I seek,
Only thy pleasure.
Thy hearts,
Submission.
Thy bodies,
Secret desire.
Thy most carnal,
Dreams made flesh.
This test,
Will know thy name.
Become the flame,
That consumes us.
Listen.
My lady fair.
My dear one.
With,
Pearl shell ears.
As my soft,
Yet, resonant voice,
Leads thee.
Takes thee,
Shows thee,
The pleasures,
The sirens,
Sing of.
Faeries,
Dream of.
And mortals,
Have only known,
Through the songs,
Of minstrels.
Feel my touch,
As I stroke thee.
With,
Trembling,
Un-worthy,
Yet, gentle hands.
Your breasts heave,
Neath them.
Your nipples,
Sparkle,
Neath,
My playful thumbs.
My tongue,
A hot feather,
Of hummingbird wings.
My tender lips,
Suckle,
As if a babe.
My teeth,
A gentle bite,
That sends,
Rivulets,
Of warm pleasure,
To thy,
Glistening loins.
Inhale,
This scent,
Heady,
With anticipation.
Feel me,
As I taste thee.
My tongue,
A dervish.
My mouth,
A feverish,
Vacuum.
Suckling,
That tender bud,
Within thy flower.
Your nectar,
A flagon,
Of pure joy,
Dissolves,
Upon my pallet.
Infuses my blood,
With thy,
Ardour.
Makes me flush,
Breathless,
With passion.
Come,
My little one.
My hearts own beat.
As I cut thy bonds.
Free thine eyes,
To again,
See into mine,
What loves journey,
Has become.
And,
Where it shall go.
My sex,
A knight’s sword,
Unquenchable,
And proud.
Seeks,
To impale you.
Fill you.
Your virgin womb,
Its fond,
Destination.
Let us mount,
This brave steed,
He kneels for thee.
As you,
Shall mount me.
Gently.
Slowly.
As I breach,
Thy virgin door.
Such pain,
Shall,
Become ecstasy,
My steeds’ gait,
Shall bring us there.
Where,
Fires roar.
Thunder scores.
Brave dragons soar.
And we become one,
With loves elementals.
Our passion,
A never ending story.
Our two souls,
A glory,
To the gods,
Of love.
