It is what it is

Her hair was red on her shoulders pale
glowing lips that wont tell tales
candles flicker and the shadows trail
across the bed where she lay unveiled
a Botticelli masterpiece
reposed in post nuptial sleep
so well served and ridden deep
her stallions flaccid member sore and tired
from a Kama Sutra of highlights tried
she stirs and turns her lovely breasts
a goddess of surgery has made the best
her cock falling out of the skimpy nightdress
and tenderness with such bliss
as they covered each other with confetti kisses
this Mr and Mr now Mr and Mrs