[image source: from my phone gallery]
It was our first time
as the clock echoed its rhythm with a chime
She needed some hard thrust
but it was novel to me, I didn't have her trust
It was to be a memorable night
but I was drought of the powers of a Knight
She wanted it beyond some human strength
but I was not a bear, I never lived in the wood, thus I couldn't walk in like some hew-man at longer length
Her bowel was a hole for many foxes
though she appeared meek and smart like sugar boxes
she yearn for more like a cougar
but I was a novice, I couldn't make it taste like sugar
She needed some horny night
I was a saint, I couldn't make a honey knight
She was the funster
I was the punster.
good poem
beautiful!!