Locked in a turret and under a spell,
Illicitly dreaming but sleeping well,
Subconscious thoughts suddenly refining;
A silver knight with broadsword shining
On a turbo-upgraded Italian steed,
Heart and head full of lustful greed
He came and stormed her forgotten tower,
Opened her up and pleasured her flower,
Her heart was molten how could he fail,
Top-to-toe the latest chain mail.
She was sleeping, lost without direction
But he woke her up with his divine erection,
Virginity lost and chastity plundered
?ha ha, I?ve won!? the horny knight thundered,
The maiden looked troubled she felt like a whore,
She cried ?ohmygod, have you done this before??
?so many times I?ve almost lost count
But you were the best without a shadow of doubt.
And now that I?ve done you, you?ll be my queen
Polish my armour and be perpetually obscene.
The dragon was slain, the maiden he won
The rest of their lives had barely begun.
The maiden signed a water tight contract,
Her tower converted; three luxury flats.