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The chivalrous charm

This knight does carry

As he gallops his steed

His presence so wary



My breath running still

As he trots on by

My legs left weak

In a heated cry



Falling to the ground

The horse steps stall

The knight turning back

Lending a hand from the fall



As I thank him panting

And he resonantly speaks

The sensuality building in me

Only jolts and peaks



Trying my best not

To fall once more

I bite my lower lip

Feet planted to the floor



Though noble as he is

Still being a male

Having noticed my action

He revealed a detail



Leaving me breathless

Speechlessly wide-eyed

My body taken in shivers

My composure does subside



Upon realization

Of such words spoken

From his charming lips

I have been broken



The maiden within me

Screaming with lust

To feel lips against mine

Panting with each thrust



Returning to my quarters

In a desperate attempt to fight

Against my animalistic ways

Of wanting the white knight







Inspired by: Louis Anton Tarmichael

Dedicated to: The White Knight Sir Voltar

Created on: August 24, 2007 – 0605