The Stage

A fantasy inspired by an old memory, weaved through poetry.

The Stage (then love everlasting)

10/13/2014

Enters a Knight on the stage

oozing charm as he sits and tries to forget

how she smiles and she smells

batting her eyes, he can tell

how this whole story ends.

They are sitting, horny quite surely

modesty bathing her tone

as she notes his cologne

and the way he looks at her

eyes ever-roaming

almost as if to look through her.

She is dressed as an angel

her character matching

seductive almost un-trying

there is no denying

around her her 'friends' are all spying

her finger, the one for the ring, see.

"But that girl is mine

her heart and her fever

her legs and the flower between them"

try as he might, he cannot refrain

from embracing the angel before him.

Through tricks that are secret

he gains access

to her heart and never leaves it

burrows his way to the chest

kept between her legs

and with skill profound he

enthralls her deep in the depth of his web

morality teetering on edge

as she stumbles on words

and he feel on her breasts

the high before sex sitting 'tween them

naked, suggesting

what she would, in conscience, deny him

he moves, and she matches his turn

their bodies coiled together

learning of passion, desire

fingers, searching, the secret

the fire beneath and between it

exposed!

off with the clothes

as the whole story goes

both just moving with the flow

to the rhythm set forth by the heart

and the soul

and the hormones of lust and love.

Pleasure beyond comprehension

both suspended beyond this dimension

a place where the air's fair

and clothes are unholy

and there's time for nothing

but love everlasting.

Author's Note

Hope you enjoyed. Help me out if the poem is weak in spots; I'm here to learn.