Having reached her limit
she stated, “I can bear it no longer!”
Her secret garden longed to be plowed,
as the earthy scent of lust grew stronger.
The nakedness of the gathering eve,
highlighted all things smooth and tight.
The summer humidity ever moist,
oiled all in the pale moonlight.
His battering ram at the ready,
yet there was hesitation on the rise.
Were his legions too soon unleashed,
hidden beneath loves disguise?
She felt his sudden shift in maneuvers;
realigning sword with sheath.
Then rejoiced as his urgency
announced the rush of sure breach!
But sure as fair damsels are housed in towers
awaiting princes on white steeds,
her gates stood attended;
denying loves unwarranted seed.
Was true, her drawbridge was raised and locked,
and with the key secured from sight,
realization swung like a broad axe blow;
her jealous knight would have his laugh this night!
As surely as dragons breathe smoke and fire
and this holy war will most likely see him killed,
in his mind he’ll see her every suitors dream
run headlong into this unyielding shield.
And so she bid a frustrated farewell
to Sir Erectus; foiled again.
While her good knight did peacefully sleep
with a most undignified shit eating grin.
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