The Knight and the Maiden
By Sharon
Fair Knight seeking water and rest for his steed found the lake in the woods suited his need dismounting and walking to the azure blue shore he discovered that someone was here before Hidden in a holly bush lay a warrior blade he knelt down to better see the warrior in the glade sounds of a splash brought his head around and then came a most delicious sound he heard the laugh of a delicate maid splashing as she emerged to the glade a tuneful humming from a lady so small he knew there wasn’t a warrior after all She walked from the lake with a purposeful stride fiery hair down her back, a strand clung to her side cradled her waist as though pointing the way to the fiery bush where a lover might play He rose from his place as she neared the shore saw the flash of blue eyes as his manhood did soar she stood proudly naked, as his eyes drank their fill and her chin raised higher, unbending to his will She walked to the rock and picked up the blade then brandished it quickly, such a sight she made naked and lovely, wanton warrior was she the Knight knew in a moment he would never be free Written December 29th, 2001 © on Dec 29 2001 11:14 AM PST 0 • 8
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"Fair Knight seeking water and rest for his steed..."