Hes pulling off the covers.
I never dreamed sex could be so good.

He’s pulling up his pants.
And I have never wanted him more.

He’s walking out the door.
And I can still feel his touch.

His arms are like steel.
But gental as rain.
Hes never there when you want him.
Only when you need.
But like a whirl wind he gone again.
Find your knight.
It never is a cheep fair.
But he can reach for stars ,
And bring them back.
Once you’re his,
You’ll never forget his touch.
As you ache for him,
You know he feeds off it.
His eyes are what draws you.
His touch is what makes sure you never leave.
No sympathy , no remorse, only feeling.
Once you’ve had him ,
there is never enough.
Your knight, your dream.
Too bad , you never know his name.