Passionspake

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?