Forget your hilt

From bended knee, from peasant to knight,

from screaming plea, from dark to light.

to serve your queen, I beseech you, to serve me first, I'm yours, break, dispel my love that's cursed.

why do you hold me, not in warmth, but in chains of solid steel, 

i only want lust, pleasure, to feel the world shake, to shutter, to feel you part my legs, to open me and peel.

we could be free together, we could be one, give up your duty, your commitment, give to me your desire, force into me your breath, your cum.

the queen wind never lay bare for you, to ravish,

to strip, lay sunder her breasts and body, feeling your strength and girth from under.

i can give you all you seek, crave and cry out for on cold twisted nights,

your liquid could be mine, all mine, to cherish and hold to the castle lights.

your private quarters lay bare with nary a woman to be seen, I offer you my knight, unlimited torrents, gusts, winds, the urges of sea and flight.

i leave it to be your choice now, to allow me to be free,

to feel your lust upon my body, to be speared, torched and seared by the burning you set loose.

i need you my night, if not for you I will hang by morning, by the hangmans noose.

im not human I know but I don't seek their end,

i wabt what they want, to feel it flow, to let it fill from end to end.

i implore you give me one last chance,

my race is one of pleasure,

i deserve this life, I deserve to dance.