Jousting

In days of yore and not before  
She rode his lance a lot  
He galloped in again, again  
Targeting her southern slot  

Built like his horse, he was, of course  
His cock hung to his knee  
He rode nude with attitude  
For the gathered crowd to see  
 
His jousting pole went in her hole  
He seldom then would miss  
Thrusting deep, his cock would leap,  
Into her damp abyss  
 
He then found her heat surround  
The circumference of  his spear  
Her climax came, she screamed his name  
As his balls bounced off her rear  
 
His pouch went slack against her crack  
In the jousting course of want  
There was lightning, there was thunder  
As his lance filled up her cunt
 
As you can see, now he and she
Are progressing up in age
Jousting on electric scooters
Their minds are turning back the page