Short Poems

The Knight November 7, 2018

You walked into my heart,
And stole my mind.
My body became your servant.
Wanting to please you.
Seeking for the gratitude in your eyes.
Trying to make you realize you are my ruler.
You strode in on your Black Stallion,
You being in the shining armor of a knight.
I,
A young stable girl,
Not worthy of your hand.
Yet,
Fell in love with your every move,
Fell so hard for you.
I remember,
Staring upon you and desiring your flesh,
When you trotted over,
You took my heart at the words of,
Hello Fair maiden,
Would you mind showing me to a place where I may rest my head?
My heart thumped,
And I took you to my home so that you may have a place to lodge.
I took your steed,
And I took it into a stable,
So that it may to be calmed and relaxed.
As I walked in,
You beckoned me over.
As I approached,
You moved so that I may to sit down with you.
As we spoke,
I fell more and more in Love with you.
As you drank and we talked,
You leaned in and kissed me upon my lips.
My heart fell and I let you steal my mouth and my tongue.
You took me up,
Into your arms and took me to your room,
In which you were staying in.
Your hands went up my into my ragged clothing,
And I was frightened.
Your leather cloak came off,
Revealing a white beat up cloth of a shirt.
Your pants came off and so did the rest of our clothing.
You laid me upon your bed,
And kissed up and down my body.
You leaned down to my ear,
Gently biting,
Whispering,
You are a lady,
And I will treat you like a lady tonight.
As you sucked upon my neck,
Delicate moans seeped out with your every thrust.
You were slow,
And careful.
Pleasure surged into my body.
By the time the next morning came,
I had been so tired,
I didn't notice you left like the Phantom of the night.
As I awoke,
My heart broke and shattered into trillion of pieces.
I cried as I looked upon myself.

As the days went on,
The life inside me grew also.
I would cry and think of you.
Every month,
I waited for his arrival once more,
But I got none.
As the days waxed on,
Days became weeks.
Weeks turned into months,
Next thing you know,
It has been a year.
The baby had been a healthy little boy.
Courageous like the knight i had fallen in love with.
Years slowly crept by,
And my heart filled with sorrow,
I raised my little boy alone.
But as my boy,
Hit the age of a young man should,
In came the Knight.
He was handsome as ever,
And I was filled with utter joy,
I waited for him to notice me.
He trotted over and asked my boy to put his Royal steed away,
And to take care of the horse's needs,
He walked up to me,
Kissed my now quivering lips and told me of the war he fought in for our good lord,
The king.
As he spoke I cried and kissed him upon his lips.
We laid in his bed once more,
And I knew,
He was mine forever.