Please you; A long N pleasurable Knight

I can only guess what you feel Love, because I tend to zone in on everthing you say, like how my Love, loves to "make love". You see in that moment, and I am speaking of the moment you spoke of, when you stated that your lover, your one and only spark, would have to be ready for...in the beginning of that very hour, of the very long, and pleasurable night you allude to, I will be shy.    
   
Yes, reposed soft and feminine, I will be nervously waiting, for you to walk in. Cloaked in aromatic sincerity, I am wearing Faconnable Femme. I'm called Me, the only melody, that you want to hear.    
   
A tropical passion flower, that you can't miss, my leaves are thicke and my full round petals covered in the colour of pearls clearly the form of an delicate baby doll dress you can't resist.    
   
In your garden, you will not breeze by me, no, you reach out and acknowlege that me and only me you see. You're quiet in everyday reality and intrepidly I speak, but in that very hour, of the very long and pleasurable night, we will not have to rehearse, for our personalities are reversed. Ahhh, now quiet I will be.    
   
I need you to see, to understand the beauty of giving you all of me. A poetic song, I want to entice all of your senses, make you feel mesmerized by the fluid like "art" you've produced and brought up out, of me.    
   
Your sweet kisses are like gentle prods, that comfort. Clearly awakened, now my entire being tells you, that Me, you can read. That special night, when all the stars shine bright, beneath them, we will be.    
   
Out of your skivvies, you will be free, you prefer head coverings, but a skull-cap will not be a need. You smile so beautifully, almost with pain as your confidence I take in.    
   
You will shudder, your frame strong will cave, you will know clearly that what we have, is substantially significant. Startled at first by the strength of your in ward push, I can't help but gasp, weakly. A forward lunge I'm compelled to make, for you, pluck my strings.    
   
I am not a skinflint, no, but I will be skin tight around you. Sheepishly, I will shiver, and I will sigh softly, breathlessly, rhythmic in your ear, now you are the one that can not help but to speak.    
   
Fathomless words bubble forth, verbal warnings that you can't help but utter, you communicate constantly, loudly, audible for all to hear. Your voice is deep and wise, it commands attention because your uxoriously with Me.
   
Our hearts racing, as a balladeer you belt out my name. Concern for you, makes me want to sooth. I will tuck and suction your being, you see within me lies your magnet that pulls you unplogetically in.    
   
Engaged in a skirmish, neither of us wants to give in. We will skylark, until skylight, we will fall like skydivers into our own secret paradise.    
   
My liberating hips, cushion and move slowly.  I will skulk, so as to keep your eyes focused on me and your creative hands, how beautiful they are, will hear the heart beat within mine, as we lock and loosen our grip over, and over, again.    
   
We will perspire, and we will glisten, our natural oils will release and annoint us. You must understand, that I understand, that you are not a push over, but do you actually realize what I mean, when I say that I am?    
   
In denial, I am not. I know exactly what I want and it is a wrap, but not so much of a "wrap", because that would signal the end, but rather a "rap", where we rhyme in our own time, to our own beat, our own lyric, our own verse, lush and atmospheric (smile) see "our" wrap, is "our" beginning.    
   
Your sultry brown eyes will open wide and captivate mine. They will dare me, and command me, not to close nor look away. We will stare with unbelievable amazment at what our bodies make, Love, when our souls cement as one.    
   
Our climax is the beginning, it is solid, it is unified, it is lustful and it is addictive. It appears in our lives like the forbidded fruit, we're not supposed to eat. It's too late now, the taste is on our palattes, we can't help, but gulp it down greedily.    
   
Tired, but not out of touch we give in to a decadent sensitivity. Your lion, it roars, and fills me fiercely. Rushing quick, with a definite purpose, we hold on tightly.    
   
Eyes wide open, our future has been borne, inseparable are we. When you say "what you do and do what you say", you actually make me proud, a weaker vessel, I wasn't necessarily meant to walk in the same way. So what about me, you ask, well, I don't know, but my imagination keeps me guessing.    
   
I wish she didn't have to guess, I wish she was more self-assured, but that isn't her fault and even though I have my suspicions, I don't want to place blame.    
   
I am bold, and my bark does bite, but on that very long, and pleasurable night I just want to do, what I was made to do, and that is to please "YOU".