Thranduil

Brilliant blue sapphires
blazing out from a furrowed
Brow
Lips of passion sternly set
With orders. And murmurs and gasps of air
Two hands like steel about 
My waist and then soften
To remembrance 
Lips hot and silken at my throat
My moans escape like traitors
You know you have win
This war of the flesh
As ndN my heart is already 
Yours
Loosen my blouse lips going 
Lower
Your hair us like snowfall and
I am the fire 
Your words are not language 
My elvish king 
Thranduil i am like the great forest and you are its stone 
together we are one.
In spring