HER LANCELOT, MY GUINEVERE (MODERN SETTING)

On an assignation of our design
She takes off her clothes as I take off mine.
I can see her silhouette, sat on edge of bed,
As I stand upright when I get naked.

I feel like Lancelot and Guinevere;
We stole from her palace to meet up here,
Where the night riders park their four-wheeled steeds
While doing with their ladies furtive deeds.

I boldly approach my queen, as on throne,
A knight b(e)aring no weapon but his own.
I kneel to kiss her face, breasts and clit
Ere, in her arms, on her back, we do it.

My body is hers, and hers becomes mine;
First time crossing the mistress-servant line.
I know life with her king won't be the same
While we are playing this dangerous game.

I was till this night his 'knight without fault' -
Till we succumbed to desire I did not halt.
The woman he trusted me to protect
Has been compromised by her soldier erect.