Guinevere

Guinevere of Cameliard
said she found life rather hard
protectively kept pure and chaste
the red blooded woman found life quite a waste
until she saw her heart's delight
and decided no longer would she fight

But poor Gwen's dreams were about to shatter
when her father was petitioned on another matter
it seems her knight was the errand boy
and she would become another's toy
the king himself had seen our Gwen
and wanted to wed her there and then

the match poor Gwen could not deny
even though of the king she was rather shy
she packed her things and off did trot
to become the queen of Camelot
there she took her royal throne
but the seat was hard, it made her groan

knights came from all around
to see the kings newly crowned
for Guinevere was a splendid catch
Head as golden as her thatch
boobs that stood up firm and proud
she really gathered quite a crowd

Arthur loved her true and deep
but when alone she'd often weep
her one true love was hubby's friend
and she did not want the rules to bend
so she dreamt her days away
wishing she could have just one good lay

her king was a good and courteous knight
during the day but never at night
his prowess was great upon the field
but in passions arms her lust he killed
he always made it such a labour
to try and rouse in her a favour

places two were all he knew
her lips to kiss and where to screw
Guinevere wanted something more
not to be treated like a whore
but rather to have her lust inspired
(then she wouldn't have to feign so tired)

she wanted passion she wanted heat
from her head right to her feet
she wanted hands that cupped her breasts
she wanted to have the very best
she wanted her nipples licked and chewed
she wanted to cum when she was screwed

she wanted her backside firmly grasped
even a finger up her arse
she wanted her libido wide awake
she didn't want to have to fake
she wanted loving frenzied and hot
in truth she wanted ... Lancelot

Now Lancelot had an ugly face
but a dick to send her into space
she'd heard the other ladies chat
of how it stood up tall and fat
and every time he laughed or ate
she felt his tongue upon her gate

Imagination it was rife
and Gwen regretted being wife
but then she thought "oh what the hell"
and rang her little servants' bell
So Lancelot was called upon
to serve his queen with his mammoth dong

He served her long, he served her well
he served to ring her little bell
he kissed her tits and licked her arse
took her in bed and in the grass
shagged her night and shagged her day
in truth he was a damn good lay
our Guinevere got her stuff
and squealed when e'er he licked her muff
she shook and trembled, had loads of fun
as Lancelot finally made Gwen cum.

© Paula Edwards 2000

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