Once upon a time of medieval quest for honors true
A fair damsel of hair of coarse black lived in tower high
above the sky
Sitting in corner day to noon
to dusk til night she spun rivers of silk
Looking out small window of cool she gazed a land of valley
green and long
Sighing long low she said I wish to leave this prison of
lonely
Smoothing hands of weary down back of slim she stretched
agile
Kicking a ball with feet of tiny she stomped petulantly
I leave give chance and I will go far never return
Below a horn beaconed with shrill cries
Running with feet of feather she peered out below with eyes
of sharp
Looking down she saw with eyes of huge jet and lashes heavy
as soot a sight of one unknown to her
Who are you cried she with curious blinks of eyes and curved
nosy smile
Basner is my name adventurer of lands whether far or near
Basner Basner she repeated testing each letter tongue gone
flowing as river waves
Basner cried out curious as hell now how do you get down?
Raphshellna replied my hair of coarse black curl allows the
step of way
Throw down your hair Raphshellna and I will teach you
mysteries of delight and sweet
Ok cried Raphshellna of happy humor for human company has
come to clear the days of lonely lack and boredom
Climbing hair of thick coils of coal black curl Basner
limberly scale the height and crawled through window small
Basner look at her long hard and said you are fair and yet
filled to make a man hand travel wondering hard and sweet
What doe you mean? Rapshnellna replied with eyes of wide
curiosity focused on him clear as day become
Let me love thee and I will you teach all that is unknown as
sweet as nectar sweet
I know not what you mean this love thee and such as nectar
and all
Come sweet Raphshellna and let me kiss thee lips of pearl
and shells
Basner kissed her and ran hands of most hard over forms of
curves and sweet valleys
Raphshellna sighed deep within and heart floated as morrow’s
tomorrow and sung lilts of lilts
Loving her gently he became her soul and delight of her
smooth sweet flesh of new
Grasping his back she flowed over rivers of deep and oceans
of wide riding symphonies of harps delight
Clasping her within arms of hard he claimed her his and with
eyes of twinkle they left the tower of lonely and flowed as one to become the
all
By Felicia McCaw
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