The young blood never saw her eyes
Nor did he see beyond her massive girth.
Nonetheless, the moment she bended down.
Dozens of butterflies flew across and
One of them, landed on her hair.
Dark as a stallion’s coat and fluffier than a husky,
Her hair flowed and blew with the spring breeze.
Nothing better than a genuine smile, one could ask,
For it radiated beyond his grasp.
Flushing and blushing, red with embarrassment, he sputtered.
Why ask me and why her? His rusty heart ached.
I do not know. His mind echoed back to deaf ears.
Alas, an uncertain fellow he was.
Her heart asked as well, why a person like him?
She did not either, however, they both seemed noble.
Her aura penetrated his shell, he squirmed
As she put her hand onto his lithe but thin shoulder.
A scent, he detected it, lighter than lavender but not
As heavy as a daffodil, the scent of lilac coaxed and
Relaxed his weary and dull nostrils opened.
As dancers, musicians, and courtiers,
The lilac gathered in the ballroom and
A harmonious orchestra of musicians and dancers
Rumbled and woke up the young man.
Finally, he could stand his ground,
His composure renewed, he stared into
Her soft and earthy eyes.
Greeted with a playful look, the amazon
Put her other hand on his petit back.
Neither did he flinch nor did he scream.
A simple sheepish smile and a
Playful wink on her part.
She scooped him up her pulsating arms.
Cradled in her arms, a fortress of stone
With a floor of fleshy and warm pillows.
He sank a little further in, she blushed,
For she never held anyone close before.
Not a masquerade, but an ingenuous heart,
He ‘fainted’ and could feel the warmth
Of her soft and veritable flesh.
Finally, it was her turn to be sheepish.
Her biceps blossomed as flowers did,
Her thighs filled her silky skirt,
With voluminous effect, they bulged
Her legs, grand and long knew no skies.
Bewildered, she knew she was strong.
Fertility screamed from her.
Nonetheless, the extra boost,
Helped her stay her ground.
Innocence and a genuine heart
His hand hovered towards her broad
And bulky shoulder.
He gently grasped it.
A starlight gaze, he shifted
And placed his head onto her shoulder.
Red with embarrassment, she looked away.
Gently, she tightened her grip and placed him
Back in to the centre of her bosom.
Both their hearts wrenched,
For the anxiety, the warlord of them all, grasped them.
The two armies met across the hill, however,
They moved away, once the sun rose back to glory.
The virtuous moment of when they embraced
And shared their first kiss, the sun arose,
The flowers blossomed and he finally
Leaned on her shoulder.