Rolling hills, fields of green, battles going on, much to be seen.. Watching m'lord swing his sword in the sun, can't wait to embrace him, can't wait to be one.. I'm always entranced, watching him fight, wicked smile to myself, can't wait for tonight.. As the sun sets, battles all done, m'lord walks on over, from a victory hard won.. I wait by his tent, begin to pull him inside, for he knows that I want him, much passion inside.. No words are spoken, as he sits in his chair, I take off his helm, running fingers thru his hair.. M'lord reaches out, wraps his arms round my hips, I slowly kneel down, beginning to kiss his warm lips.. Tongues dancing slow, our breath coming quick, I slowly pull back, on his neck I begin to lick.. Moving up slow, I nibble on his ear, I whisper to him softly, what he wants to hear..As the tent is lit up, from outside the glowing fire, I tell him I want him, with a burning desire.. With one gauntlet tangled, in my long flowing hair, I continue to whisper, telling him how deeply i care.. Distant voices outside, smoke in the air, a shiver runs through us, at the passion we share.. As we both stand together, M'lord knows he has my heart, for he had it captured, right from the start..
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