ShadowsCool
06-10-2011, 10:47 AM
~The Prince To His Princess~
The melding of masculinity with femininity
Was as silky sweetness dripping off their souls.
The Prince pranced proudly about on his white horse.
This Prince of honor brought back the finest of gold from adventurous foreign lands,
He being gone for almost two phases of the moon.
He preferred the noblest things that life had to offer.
Bringing back the most exquisite pearls
And finest silks & silver for his matrons delight.
She on the other hand drew happiness from her garden,
With stems of yellow, and the prettiest purples
Her eyes were drawn to see.
The call of the Prince was a mix of galloping horses
And the clacking of Prince's horsemen driving off in the distance.
His brisk steps swaggered up the ground
To the flowered path of his pretty Princess.
The stunning Princess was waiting for him by her perfumed room.
She eagerly closed in on her Prince to meet him at the castle entrance.
There the Prince dropped his bag of treasures quickly at their feet,
There was no time for inspection.
This beauteous Princess was simply drawn to her Prince.
This man of noble honor was held in utmost eminence throughout the land;
A most handsome man with wavy swept back hair.
He had a thing for his gorgeous matron and he was about to show her.
They both flung back as if by magic propulsion,
As the door swung wide to the perfumed bedroom,
The pretty Princess and the noble Prince both jumped,
Soaring to the air and falling down
To the softness of the bed,
Still embracing.
His power pleasing soft hands grabbed eagerly her sides,
She anticipated his touch, she uttered a faint praise unspoken.
She was in full surrender, waiting on her moment with her Prince.
There was many a fortnight she stood
Dreaming away her time for this meeting of souls.
He too was eager for his gorgeous Princess.
Being a conquering hero throughout the land,
The thing that gave the handsome Prince most pleasure
Was pleasing his sightly Princess.
His brawny shoulders she held mightily,
Gentle she touched him on the small of his back.
The passion of their meeting lips was like the instant blooming of a rose,
Their thrusting and pulling sent shocks waves through the electrically charged air,
As a rage of power leaped through her soul;
He gazed deeply in her eyes, she being a wonder of beauteous delight.
Again her blissful breath grew in crescendo,
She uttered and uttered, tightly clutching his bare skin.
The drippings of sweat, and the smell of perfume pervaded the air
As they both shuttered, releasing an orgasmic sound.
The charged air became still,
The fretting of wind the only sound.
They both lay content,
Slight caressing in the darting of candlelight.
The melting of masculinity with femininity was complete,
As the silky sweat dripped off their souls.
The Prince got back on his stately white horse
And galloped proudly on his way to more rich adventures.
With a satchel down his side
He danced off in the horizon
To return again with more gold and keepsakes
For his adulating Princess.
~
The end.
:blush5:
The melding of masculinity with femininity
Was as silky sweetness dripping off their souls.
The Prince pranced proudly about on his white horse.
This Prince of honor brought back the finest of gold from adventurous foreign lands,
He being gone for almost two phases of the moon.
He preferred the noblest things that life had to offer.
Bringing back the most exquisite pearls
And finest silks & silver for his matrons delight.
She on the other hand drew happiness from her garden,
With stems of yellow, and the prettiest purples
Her eyes were drawn to see.
The call of the Prince was a mix of galloping horses
And the clacking of Prince's horsemen driving off in the distance.
His brisk steps swaggered up the ground
To the flowered path of his pretty Princess.
The stunning Princess was waiting for him by her perfumed room.
She eagerly closed in on her Prince to meet him at the castle entrance.
There the Prince dropped his bag of treasures quickly at their feet,
There was no time for inspection.
This beauteous Princess was simply drawn to her Prince.
This man of noble honor was held in utmost eminence throughout the land;
A most handsome man with wavy swept back hair.
He had a thing for his gorgeous matron and he was about to show her.
They both flung back as if by magic propulsion,
As the door swung wide to the perfumed bedroom,
The pretty Princess and the noble Prince both jumped,
Soaring to the air and falling down
To the softness of the bed,
Still embracing.
His power pleasing soft hands grabbed eagerly her sides,
She anticipated his touch, she uttered a faint praise unspoken.
She was in full surrender, waiting on her moment with her Prince.
There was many a fortnight she stood
Dreaming away her time for this meeting of souls.
He too was eager for his gorgeous Princess.
Being a conquering hero throughout the land,
The thing that gave the handsome Prince most pleasure
Was pleasing his sightly Princess.
His brawny shoulders she held mightily,
Gentle she touched him on the small of his back.
The passion of their meeting lips was like the instant blooming of a rose,
Their thrusting and pulling sent shocks waves through the electrically charged air,
As a rage of power leaped through her soul;
He gazed deeply in her eyes, she being a wonder of beauteous delight.
Again her blissful breath grew in crescendo,
She uttered and uttered, tightly clutching his bare skin.
The drippings of sweat, and the smell of perfume pervaded the air
As they both shuttered, releasing an orgasmic sound.
The charged air became still,
The fretting of wind the only sound.
They both lay content,
Slight caressing in the darting of candlelight.
The melting of masculinity with femininity was complete,
As the silky sweat dripped off their souls.
The Prince got back on his stately white horse
And galloped proudly on his way to more rich adventures.
With a satchel down his side
He danced off in the horizon
To return again with more gold and keepsakes
For his adulating Princess.
~
The end.
:blush5: