In medieval times when people wore cod pieces and chastity belts.......
Would'st
that I compare thee, to a wood elf,
Thine
magic enchantments, to keep for myself.
Oh
thou radiant ealfscyne, young wife man,
Thee
doest please me, as only thee can.
Into
the green wood, must I thee follow,
On
the raunchy eve, of a lewd morrow.
Take
the neverward part, of mine own thing,
Away
into night and let's have a fling.
Come
hither wench, for I am ready for thee,
'Oh
sir thou can'st have, thine way' sayeth she.
Let
me souse thine lips, and breasts with fine ale,
And
plunge my blade, into thine fairy grail.
Standing
naked ere, rising of the moon,
Perchance
it wilt, upgoeth some time soon.
Doth
it not now shineth, both bright and clear,
And
that's only the first quarter to appear.
With
this field-dew, I do thee consecrate,
I
pray thee please me now, I can not wait.
Full
oft hast thou pleasured, my ample manhood,
And
shown me enchantments, in the greenwood.
The
velvet tongue of midnight, hath told twelve,
Thou
shalt come when, I dig, dive and delve.
Call
out thine song, whether thou wilt or not,
At
once thou wench lease, I shoot my own shot.
Thou
hath well beguiled me, with thine beauty,
Least
I loose the plot, let me do my duty.
Since
my magic wand, is now at its prime,
Let's
straight to bed, 'tis almost fairy time.
Thy
summer curves doth, tend upon my state.
I
pray thee what wilt, thou do to please me?
Oh
no, not now, I've mislaid that dam key!
Copyright
Andrew Rea Midsummer 2016
