The Word Cloud

 and how could I refuse.The dawn was rising and the early morning Sun kissed her breasts as it’s golden ray’s filled the arched window that sat at the foot of my bed. Dressed only in a white cotton gown, her naked body was visible underneath.She WAS a goddess, a perfect creature, only God in his true splendor could have made such a beauty as she.

As I threw back the sheets that enveloped me, I hastily pulled on my britches before her gentle and most delicate hands pulled me toward the door. Seeming to float down the staircase and across the Cathedral like hall to the front door, half naked, we ran to the stable’s. Mounting our steeds we set off toward the lake, the cold air rushing past our unclothed skin, breath seeming like dragons smoke as it tumbled out of our mouths.

Finally we reached the lake. A fog drifting across in the early morning, birds finally awaking, and the sometime sound of fish jumping. We dismounted and stooped down to the fresh, ice cold waters of the lake. Bathing my lips with her fingers, she suddenly stuck them up my nose, poked me in the eye and kicked me in the nuts. I went down like a baby, clutching my nads and wailing, half in the icy water. As I looked up, she had mounted her horse,and with cursory glance spoke. ‘you ever creep into my bedroom again, ya pervy get!, and I’ll chop it off!’

Fair enough I thought, but hey! he who dares, gets fair maiden.