Armor and Lace

In the chamber of my gentle princess,
I, a loyal knight,

beseech to be unbound from the armor that I have worn for so long.

We confessed our love with words,

Now remove my breastplate and I your lace,

With a clatter and a sigh.

I throw the corset that bolstered your breasts into the fireplace,

And we strain each other close in this first moment of unrestrained delight.

My princess,

My love,

My everything.

The flames from the fireplace and candle in the corner are our only witnesses,

As we stand still in the promise of our kiss.

We exhale, moving our bodies apart to see each other's naked strength and beauty.

I watch the candle flame lend its glow to the teardrop I shed upon your breasts.

We share this secret breath,

Of two women bound by love,

then seal our lips in zeal again.

With rising passion, you are quick to fasten your lips upon the pulse point of my neck,

With every breath I want this to last forever,

as I feed the exquisite hunger of my sweet, sweet princess.

We dance to the bed, 

I fall upon you, as you are leading me down.

I bestow to you a crown of kisses upon your brow.

I kiss your cheeks,

Then down to the pounding pulse on your neck,

Then I suckle slowly down upon the heaving mounds around your heart.

You smile upon me, 

And you hold me to your bosom,

Before guiding my head between your spreading thighs.
Your passion stirs anew in steady ebbs and crashing waves,
From your thrusting hips and gasping lips. 

We continue making love as though it were our blissful wedding night, 

As this loyal knight shall never abandon her sweet and gentle princess.