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Day 60 An Ode to a Damsel

To the delight of Miss Right I've written her a poem tonight.
So this isn't a tale of knights and kings and queens
Of squires and ladies and other royal things,
I don't want to court you in that mannerly way.

With words of poetry from all those fancy plays
I hope you hear lutes and harps and angelic screams
When I describe to you the love, the drama and the ways
Of the pictures in my mind of you in my dreams.

You've been trouble in my trousers since I first felt your charm
My thoughts swirling lustily in the mist of your provocative scent
I've swung you up on my horse so many times I ruined my arm
If you lost a bit of that lusty ass my horses back wun't be so bent.

Your smile can make any day so bright
Your laugh can make the leaves in the tree so unsettled
When you glance at me my pants get so tight
Oh dear, I cant wait to take you in the meadow!

I have made love to you in every imaginable way,
On the bed, on the floor, against the wall and by the door
Thrown your clothes out the window by the dawn of the day
In the barn, in the loft, in the basement, I want MORE!

The hay sticking out of your hair from rolling around
Shines out like sunbeams from the ground.
Your eyes shine with the light of the sun's early flames
Grabbing the tail of the dragon we feel no shame.

Of all the tarts and trollops in the village
You're the only one I want to pillage
With joy and delight and magical wonder
I want you to squeal when you feel my thunder.

I've licked your arms up to your pits
Removed my teeth and gummed up your tits
You're haunches are red with the grasp of my hands
My fingers raw from squeezing the delight of your glands.

You squeal with zeal with your knees on the ground
Your breath a butter of chatter when I've finished my time
Your delicate breath at the end a sighing sound
I hold you by your neck and shudder with love sublime.

So Lady dear won't you take my hand
Hold me near your body and bountiful heart
Shudder inside knowing how I expand
To peal you like an apple and eat you like a tart.

I want to give you a plot of land with a little house
Make you my vigorous, wonderful partner in our bed
A right real Mrs. and call you my spouse!
It would be a crime if we did not wed!

1.   I'm grateful I don't make a living writing poetry.
2.   I'm grateful that I don't make big deals out of big deals anymore.
3.   I'm grateful that I am creative, funny, intelligent and I guess, lovable.








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