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My Own True Knight
Beneath the stars I stand
upon the crest of a hill, under
the watching moon.
I look through beyond the
horizon for my own true
knight to come gallant
upon quaking steed.
When I catch a sound,
and see the winking armor,
my heart leaps with anticipation,
as my champion comes
from yonder.
Soon I rush to greet him,
in a hail of kisses as I pull
him down from the weary stallion
within my arms I hold him.
To bring comfort from things
once seen, and to kiss away
the scars as my hands strip
away battered armor.
To lie with you in the grass
my hands caress along your
flesh, while we tumble down
the hill as two bodies entangled.
Landing in a soft patch of wild
flowers wrapped within each other
tears of joy and bouts of laughter
we are united at last.
9:35 PM - 5/21/2006 -
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