I Thee Wed

Bouquet bride on a smitten horse, Chocolate doubts and pastel thoughts. Twister of love wails and hums, Something wedding this way comes. Envy ripples from jade reflections, Last call for last chance objections. Silenced by their kindred vows, A shield of trust subdues the crowd. Safe in a sleek four-wheeled cocoon, Speedy whoosh travel and floral scent swoon. Observing with steady, wanting eyes, Soft, supple breasts and baby-white thighs. Husband squared and maleness pumping, Tender beastie rhythm thumping. Chosen master of my flowing, blooming heart, Future father giver with a fluid mix to start. On that night of seven-course passion, Wanting him more than you can fashion. Holding her after you explode with release, On that bed of wedding grease. Oh, what a marriage we will be, Running like twins through a mystery. Memories gaining, curious, diverse, From a twisted pair of hearts in verse. Bouquet bride on a smitten horse, Chocolate doubts and pastel thoughts. Twister of love wails and hums, Something wedding this way comes.