Before him stands his love, his little girl,
Before her, strong, broad-shouldered: man and king;
Her skin so pale, like alabaster pearl,
His eyes so blue, with merriment they ring.
She blushes, innocent virginity;
Strong hands reach for thin arms to pull her close.
Her chastity inflames unwittingly,
The perfume of her sex, his thoughts engross.
And so, on the ground, his maid, he lays down,
For royal pleasure, princess opens legs;
In grass, in soft down, hymen yields to crown,
And her ripe womb, for kingly semen begs
She feels him spill out; white stains on her dress;
His love overflows--a beautiful mess.