Silent Knight

Naked and awake I lay in bed.
For the silent knight that so many have spoken of
And so many of my lady friends afraid of and yet
Desire for him to come and rid ride them

There he stood. Open to my desire
The silent knight stood waiting with his sword
Violently erected for battle to slash and eliminate
His enemy

My hearth speeds as if racing against time
For day light is near and this knight will not rid me
My perfume has been intensified for I perspire
Knowing that he is coming near & taunts me with each
Step he takes.

His soft lips like river kiss the solid lands of my
Body as if seeking refuge and comfort with in them
For he is no longer floating but taking the land of his
Enemy into his hands and rolling with it
He holds it tight to his body and with a feeling that he
Will bust he stabs his enemy over and over

He can feel it shaking a movement of trying to release
And flee but by a grater greater force returns to him
Harder and harder each time

Her perfume has taken over him and his vision
Is blurred by her beauty his sword will not sees, the moaning
Sound and the vibration keep him going further more

His joy to be in this forbidden land is great.. He wants to
Get lost in it and explore his enemy, to taste is delicate lines
That he cannot help but bite on every line that calls him.
To suck on the slopes that go down to her bare breast.

He cannot with stand anymore, and that his enemy he cannot
Destroy. Yet it has surrendered to him and smiles. There has
Been no damage to that land it bares only ownership and no wounds
And the sword has hidden in shame for his enemy is to too powerful.
Yet each time his sword rises violently to fight her and for her
To surrender.

This is my story of the silent knight that came to me
In a sleepless knight laying naked and waiting to be
violently taken by his sword.