Richard



Seems forever since last such a sight
Especially under boudoir candle light.
Whispering to pillow, he says, "blight"
Sultry soft voice replies, "It's tight,
It's tight! Oh my Richard it's alright!"

Odd for Richard of such heavy might
To think he is no more than a fright,
While I think, "He is Heavenly delight!"
Such a noble knight to have stagefright
When it's time for midnight spotlight.

Richard dear relax and I will sit-tight,
With anticipation keeping my tail-light
In enjoyment of your mighty birthright!
An old fashion gentleman is sure right
With concern it may be a real bullfight.

Never one to be a man of fly-by-night,
Always thinking endowed with a blight,
He gives tender care to summer's night,
Loving passion even on Twelfth-night
Of Winter's cold and shriveling sight.

Time tells all for Richard no oversight,
He is soft and tender for long fortnight,
Delicate as he can be thinking, "blight"
My I may only bemoan his huge upright,
"Oh baby, this is certainly watertight!"

Richard dearest one, my lusty old knight,
Lance endowed cavalier of sweet moonlight.
Your tender compassion keeps honor-bright,
And oh so skilled horseman, what eyesight
For damsel in lust distress free of fright.