When I noticed the view of a Royal figure
Pleasure to the soul
between pearls and diamonds
This beautiful Duchess
with long dark hair
Firm breasts almost pumping out her cleavage
Enigmatic eyes and a bright smile
What a poet like me
would do under such gorgeous sight
On top of her majestic horse
she looked down to this common man
Her hands on gloves
Her legs covered by a luxury dress
I took of my hat and made a gesture
To my surprise she had heard
about my writings and called me closer
- Oh, sweet man, do you mean what your words sing?
- Yes dear madam, I always do!
In a blink she went down from her animal
approached my face and whispered:
- Would you prove this Duchess the romance on your lines?
I could never deny such delicate request!
At that noon on the shadow of a tree
the royal lady tasted the miracles of a fantasy
A poet wrote her most desired script
Bodies and passion without status or jewels
Enhanced climax by the power of dreams