Had we enough space and time
then, waiting would not be a crime
we would just sit and think about which way
to play, and only make out for a whole day
sleeping for centuries side by side
should gold rust, I by the tide
gently would tell you, and would
make you moan for ten years before the flood
and you would not be able to refuse
or stop your heavenly hole from dripping milky juice
my dark knight(penis) should grow
faster would I pound, and also slow
an hundred years should go to waste
a forehead kiss, and thy erect nips gaze
two hundred to caress each of your full breast;
and another three hundred years to the rest
a century, at least to off your pant
and the last minute to win your heart
For, baby, you deserve this horny state
and I would not pause or lower my rate
but we have no time to play this pranks
and time as you know is not fair
and his wings do fly near
so, let's get down to business
before my dark knight lose interest
it's time to poke that long preserved virginity
I know you think it adds to your credibility
but the grave is a place of lost talents
cums that did not come, feelings not salient
and your refusal would turn to dust
that's when you know hymen also rust.
so now that we are still alive in youthful hue
let us therefore make this night true
and now that your willing body transpires
and your holes can still feel fires,
let us then make use of it as we may
like amorous birds of prey
we will act the best foreplay
when we roll our bodies together and all
our lust into one big ball;
then tear your hymen with timid strife
even when its wide, I would still dive
since we cannot make this shiny sun
stand still, let us instead make him run.
and tomorrow morning, when you wake
we would again cause earthquakes..
This I promise you tonight, my dearest
it will be "a happy you, a naughty me" event...
(inspired by "To his coyness mistress" by Andrew Marvell).
