in a cabin in the forest
there lives a beautiful maid
neglected by her husband
employed in the woodcutting trade .
she dreams of romance and passion
he dreams of figures and facts
she's sat dreaming of true love
he's off wielding his axe .
she has lips made for kissing
he has a cold heart of stone
he never cares for a moment
he has left her alone .
one early morning she rises
out of her window she gazed
when she spies a knight dressed in armour
riding out of a deep purple haze .
he begs , may his horse rest a moment
and drink water raised from her well
the sweet gentle eyes of her visitor
spoke of a story to tell .
with the words of a poet he told her
of defending his land of romance
the truth she found in his story
made her young heart dance .
he glimpses her beautiful body
for she is naked under her robe
he walks purposely to her
his warm hands cup her breasts curvacious globe .
his lips find hers and engulf her
like a ravenous beast he feeds
this is the chance she's been seeking
as he satisfies her every need .
they engage in a day of lovemaking
she adores her new knight so much
this is the passion she's been missing
as she murmours to his inquisitive touch .
he takes his leave at sunset
but promises he will return
and if her husband neglects her again tonight
she'll have energy to burn .