A Lady with Many Names
I meet a lady with many names with love in her heart and fire in her eyes. She wears a smile on her lips and a fierce independence in her manner. She leads me to the edge and I jump off all too willingly.
She devilishly flirts and then coyly resists my cordial advances, always with exemplary artistry and grace. Her spirit casting colors, trilling my reality and enlivening my senses. Her voice quickening my mind like a joyful choir. My thoughts are humming in contemplation.
Eventually, I besiege her castle and stand outside the gates. I call over the walls. I sound the trumpets. I wave my bright banners. I wear my gleaming armor upon my trusty stead. I am a force of steel and courage. I demand her instant surrender. With time and persistence, I chip away at her defenses.
She grows ever hungry for my intentions and lowers the gate. I breach the walls, entering a brave, new world. I am the prince of possibility, the paramour of young love. I find her at the inner sanctum. She is waiting for me. I take her to bed.