When the Dragon Meets the Bard (written by Sogram)

[Tehya]

In the forest on her cabin door Tehya finds a note and song written to her by Sorgram.
Found this today on the message board, how strange is that, 13 years later. Must have been the server change. I wanted to share his beautiful writing with those who miss his golden words.

My Cherish'd Cornflower,
I wrote the following to express the missing of you




When the Dragon meets the Bard

This leathery beast doth miss thine sweet melodious pants
When in heat, the dragon crosses bard's path, perchance.
For thine bedpost needs adorning with chits
says he from God's given and Natural wits.

Words do not flow through the air
For expression shows what is there.
Silks and leathers become parts
As together comes two beating hearts

Greetings are left unsaid
When passion turns cheek and nethers red
Fore might come after,
But nip and 'nis point to rafter

As he squeezes together, o'er his cock, your tits.
Soon of which to plow those juicy, naughty bits.
It is with greatest glee and harmonious hymn
that desire and hardened member attack them.

Ravenous is the hunger that lurks at his lips,
betwixt which suckled is thine rosy tip
Needful to hear that longing gasp
when in sharpened fang, tenderness is grasped,

Nectar flowing as the river 'er spring thaw,
In thine sweet bouquet, found not a flaw,
Devoured as wine to the relapsing sober
Ambrosia lapped as thirsty dog at water.

Song is heard of mourn filled desire
when halted is tending of that fire,
Although soon turned to scream
when slickened tunnel is thusly reamed.

Pleasure to both as if dreams
when each in turn has majestic creams
Grunts betwixt stampeding kisses
with hugs and granted wishes

Having ridden his massive crotch
Upon his belt, she places a notch.
The blue eyed minstrel promised kiss grants
when bard's path crosses dragon, perchance.

Sorgram
09/2010

Folding the note back up she tucked the song into her pocket to go back to the palace and write musical notes to go along with it.

(OOC) Thanks Sorgram