Originally Posted by
Lote-Tree
Good morning LadyW.
I hope you slept well and dreamt of sweet dreams and of trannies and short arses and Mystical Trees that make your cheeks glow red with amusement; And of sinewey muscles on hairless chests and hands carresing golden locks :D
But I see you have your Battle-Axe sharpened and ready!
So eager to get Lanced? :D
Lets start with a poem:
Conqueress
With daggers drawn you come, ready,
Triumphant and victorious
Your smile of satisfaction
Seems to thunder
Like black clouds
On a stormy night.
From the open wound
I bleed in pain
Yet with your dagger you inflict another
Without mercy or compassion
You strike me down
Again and again.
Like a ‘conqueror’ from a distant lands
Yours is the glory and in glory
You bathe in that light of victory,
But I with my silent and secret pain
Carry with me the burden of my life,
Always hiding, always avoiding
From that which my hearts desire aspire to,
Never revealing nor finding the chance to speak
Of the things that torment me,
Never revealing and always shy of the truth.
But you and your “kingly” status,
Your limitless pride hangs around your neck
Like a shiny medallion.
I am blinded by its glare,
I am dazzled by its brightness.
That is why my head is always
Bowed at your feet.
But in the undying moments of despair
When life and death seems to ride hand in hand
I struggle to keep hold onto my rationality
Though logic denies the emotions
It is still boundless for you...