Tarts
My mind was full of tangled curls
and ruddy cheeks by firelight
of velvet garments soon unfurled
and crevices of pure delight
all revealed afore mornings light.
My hands were full of beard and brow
the pang of drawing, throaty, bite
and pon an outturned thigh I vow
a tongue slowly roamed to excite
each gift a joy we did invite.
My arms were full of barrel chest
as ‘pon the rounded keg I lay
and oft I moaned at his behest
as ‘pon me Milord sweetly play
in lovers’ nest of disarray.
My heart was full of melody
the pounding sound of beating hearts
and thus we found the recipe
a sumptuous spree love’s upstart
Milord Knight and his Royal tart…
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