Our hearts have a mind of their own,
And shall never become cold like stone.
They make our lives more bright.
Even when in the dark there is already the moonlight.
The feast of harvest has taken place,
I'm sure you joined in at a good pace.
Decorating hay bales you have been,
None so funny had anyone there ever seen.
In those thoughts, you're not alone,
A week has passed since I put you on a throne.
Since then you're a queen to me,
And your knight I dream to be.
Your compliments make me blush,
As the blood to certain parts does rush.
My pleasure is to make you quiver,
As your pussy turns into a river...
Pretending to be driving,
A tractor in a field...
Isn't that a sign that our love is thriving,
And can no longer be concealed?
My army may have suffered a loss,
With your mum quitting from being the boss.
However, your family is on my side,
And we'll manage to turn the tide.
A certain t-shirt I see you wear,
"One month" it reads...
All I say is beware,
As it will wrap around you like weeds.
The Royal Game of Ur,
Is serving me well as an allure.
I shall never stop haunting you,
Until your heart and brain reach a breakthrough!
May this poem help you,
With the start of a lovely week.
I'll keep working on the coup,
Which will make your knees go weak. ;)
