Tudor Court
Oh, aren't they grand
Love comes dancing
hand in hand
Bowing to each other
Fluttering lashes all around
From the yoke of sensual bondage
You leave me wanting more
Needing drops of grace to save me
The lust of my youth still cries out
With a touch of his fingers to skin
He would rekindle her lust even higher
With a twinkle in his eye, he bows to her
A garden I have, which, has never been touched
Though, he is a proud gardener I can tell
Therefore, lord, protect me from my thoughts
For the bloody butcher, has me at his will
I beg of you, keep my thoughts from me
Let him not take it from me, as the others before me
5 15, 2012
Was watching "The Other Boleyn Girl" Natalie Portman, Scarlett Johansson, Erica Bana from 2008. Someone might try casting king Henry with red hair since he was a redhead.
Copyright © Debbie Duncan | Year Posted 2012
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