****** The Knight by thisold1@hotmail.com ******
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The Knight


Outside a castle tall and strong, a story unfolded many, many years ago. A
story of passions unbridled, of sins committed as the moon looked down in
silence. In that night, the mighty knight accepted the surrendering of the
maiden who touched him with the sweetness of her eyes and the songs her tender
lips promised. Here, so many years ago, man and woman claimed the prizes that
are still claimed to this day, only in different words.

The Knight

Oh, mother moon so far above, why is it I have come here to be with this man
this night? Is it for the joys of his body that I have journeyed here, or, with
but this feeble hope in my heart, is it for the joys this trembling body may
soon discover? Tell me now, oh mother on high, if all is naught for the want
and shame of this sin this night?

Moonlit bodies so ghostly yet so alive. His body, taut, eager, and bared before
these eyes that, in silent melodies, whisper a thousand feelings to the wayward
winds with but one sigh. Moonlit bodies, never before seen as this, touched by
the night and kissed by the Goddess moon so very far above. Moonlit bodies,
naked of even shame, come here this night to claim the starry universe for
their own.

The tall grasses sway above us as, deep in his arms, I feel our differences
touch both the body and mind of the other. Tall grasses sway and whisper, or is
it a nocturnal giggle from the grassy stems, whispering out to the night to
slow its advance into tomorrow's sweltering world?

Lips upon lips, fingers upon breasts, the world swirls and dances in my head,
just as sweet daisies dance in these fields of my youth. Lips upon breasts, the
cry of man to be held even closer so that he, this mighty warrior, may be but
the little boy he has hidden so deep in his heart.

My eyes kiss the stars above as they blink back their twinkling joy at what
they now behold so far below. A star, casting its light out from times before
this, giggles and laughs as tears of joy fill the eyes of this maiden about to
find her universe with him.

My hand touches his chest so warm and near. His lips kiss softly at my yielding
cheek. Here is not the man I knew. Here is not a valiant knight who rode in on
a charger strong and brave. Nay, here is he, the one whose smile cast a spell
of need upon this heart of mine. Here is not man, here is but a part hidden so
well from those who in the sun of day dwell without thoughts or deeds.

Lips upon my breasts; a million lullabies surge though this body so young... A
million songs, a million memories, blended into one as the moon smiles down
from so far above. A million times I shall remember this first time I came into
the night to find joy and hope in this sinning we must do.

Oh mother moon, 'tis it not a blessing from you, these lips that torture the
child to become a woman full of hunger and needs never before felt? Do you
smile down from your throne room, or is that a frown of a temptress, jealous of
what her eyes behold? Am I, this child of yours, to lay here upon this grassy
hillside, my mind whispering my thoughts onto thee?

My hand reaches out to him. So this is manhood. Odd to know that, in its might
and strength, the man becomes soft and meek. This is manhood, the bonding
member I have come into this night to know. The man and his manhood, how odd to
see the changes in the eyes as he becomes a man in my hand.

Oh, mother moon, the child fears the knight as his kisses unfold a lusty need
in my breasts, heaving beneath his kisses so hot. I fear, and yet I will
willingly be changed when the sun kisses the far horizon, and the morning dove
sings of our parting. Yet, I fear the parting more than becoming this woman
about to bloom from the seed of this child.

His lips deep, hot and demanding me to become even more of me as the moon tip-
toes through the night, playing hide-n-seek with the soft clouds of this, what
must be a dream dreamed a thousand times in the nights of the past, and a
million times in the nights yet to come. Lips, demanding no tenderness as they
kiss their way down from my heaving breasts, his hands gently parting my legs
to the songs of his lips.

Oh, mother moon, how might I not moan out his name as he kisses where never a
thought has been allowed? How might I stop time in this instant, commanding him
to but kiss me with this, the most forbidden of kisses I have ever known? Oh
mother moon on high, the child has become ready to take her place in the light
of womanhood, never fearing what lays ahead, and, in hidden thoughts, never
being distant from the day the child gave birth to this woman I shall be.

Oh, lusty knight, do you know of the joys you are teaching me as your hands
pull me deeper into you? You, the mighty warrior, off to win battles and flags
of honor, now naked before me, do you know of the great conquest laying before
you? A conquest I give to you without a fight upon a field of valor, on this
night, upon a hillside filled with the banners of my heart and my building
needs of this conquest.

My body sings to you with my moans of need. My body now dances to you as your
lips and soft tongue teach a song I have yearned for since you bowed before me.
Here is my song, sung to the night so that you may not know of what is born in
this heart of mine, giving birth by your touch in this bed of fragrant grasses.

Oh night so dark, pull your cloak around me as he becomes a part of my body.
Hide my cries from all who might hear in the dreams they cast in the castles,
villages, and tiny homes they hide in to sleep the passions of the night away.
Oh misty night, hold my lips shut as my pains move me to the woman I will
become.

How far does the night go to make the child a woman? How many moans? How many
cries as I whisper his name to him? Oh, how many times might I behold such a
wondrous pain? Here, in this night, the child is set free to kiss the dew
covered buttercups; to dance in dew-covered meadows as she gains her womanhood
from this knight who caught her heart with but a timid smile as eyes kissed
eyes that very first time.

Pain is mine this night, the pain of being; the pain of life surges through my
body. Pain, hot, stinging and yet, for unknown reasons, more delightful than
chasing butterflies. Pain: But a farewell kiss to my youth? But a moment's
crying need to move into the realm of those, all unnamed by the night, who find
a simple delight in the sins of the heart as the hearts of sinners melt and
blend into what keeps this universe ever alive.

With this knight deep inside my body, his lips worshipping my breasts, my hands
reach out to pull him even deeper into my nocturnal needs. With kisses of
delight he makes me an altar, and there upon offers our passionate needs to the
moonbeams, that they, carried upon nocturnal winds, may take this surrendering
of both to the throne room of the Mother Moon, the Goddess of all that is
purified by the mists of the night.

I close my eyes as his thrusting of needs stirs fires deep in my mind. Fires!
Hot, overpowering, and demanding to be fed the toils of the maiden... Fires of
needs and wants; now sin has been cast aside but to feel this feeling of
freedoms unknown to far too many who cannot stop to kiss the flowers of the
fields. Fires, consuming not the child but creating a woman of need from in the
heart of the child. A woman and a child, now residing in her who cries softly
from the tall grasses of this moonlit night hillside.

Aye, my mind forgets itself. My body dances a dance of pure need as waves of my
need wash upon the shores of my befuddled mind. Here, where no ships may sail,
he journeys onward, ever charting the hidden boundaries of the lands behind
these eyes of mine.

His body is mine now a part of me I shall hold forever in this moment of this
night's secrets. Mine now? To treasure as my first, and, by the whispered words
from his lips, mine till the end of time. He, this mighty warrior, has been
captured by his own needs, surrendering with words he feared to speak.

His hands upon my tear-streaked cheeks offer up a soft sigh of sweetness as he
becomes not a knight but an angel, cast down to become me as I become him. An
angel with no armor but his naked smile. An angel, no longer hidden beneath the
shiny armor of manhood. Here, deep in me, his manhood casts shadows over this
world of sleeping fools who, by their own demands, have become blinded by the
light of the sun they call "righteousness".

But, here on this grassy hill, I am free to be what I am, not what those around
demand me not to be. Here I am a flower blooming from moment to moment, my
moans my petals, my cries the blooming of the blossom, reaching out to find all
that she needs from the night surrounding her and this knight so beloved.

A part of me is he fully now, a part of him is now mine. Passions abound as the
shimmering reflections of sunlight move from the wave tops of a pond. My mind
stirs as my body feels his manhood take from the child to create the woman who
will dwell happily in the moon's light from this day forward.

I am the child. I am the woman. Not just the child, not just the woman. From
the pains the child cries out with, to the painful pleasures of womanhood, I am
bound to the both in thoughts, deeds, and wonderment. I am the child, a seeker
of butterfly songs: I am the woman, singing her lusty songs to the butterflies
once chased. Where I might go now, the other is my truest companion.

My knight's eyes, they do look into me with a tenderness I had not thought to
be in such a mighty warrior. Softness peeks out, and is there after the
blinking of his eyes to his needs. His lips are the sweetest of fruits my lips
have tasted, casting kisses to my body as his eyes cast spells into my mind.

Oh sweet knight, I feel your need. I hear your sighs as they become a traitor
to your hidden feelings. I feel you, heart and soul, blending now with your
manhood to cascade your sweet needs deep into this maiden's willing body. Oh
sweet knight, where have you gone as your body teaches me of the vigorous of
your wanton need? Are you still there, behind your closed eyes?

A moan and a kiss and now the woman lays before the man. He has conquered me as
surely as I have conquered him in this night. Now am I his, and now he has
become mine with the sweetest of admissions this maiden has heard. With but
three words cast to me, who lays in tall, swaying grasses, his words whisper
into my ears, shaking the universe. "I love you" is his sweet answer to this
night of sins, cast to the other by those who, now in our embraces, know of no
sin but to shut from the other what songs our hearts now have to sing.


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