Disarmament of a Shield-maiden

A clenching of our hands, A clinging of our bands. The sweet aroma of your strawberry-coated strands, Allow my capability to disarm your fragility. Pent-up anticipation will meet expectation, You adorn your shield-maiden attire, Encouragement to set your onyx rose on fire. Peeling, petal by petal, stitch by stitch, Disarming that body metal. Steel-clad discarded, Billowing towards her pear-shaped derriere. Lifting you off your feet, Give me the sweet treasures I wish to taste— The nectar of vanilla. Lay back as I extract Bridled years of frustration. Call me your salvation, Made anew, Basking in the afterglow of you.