those colossus
colonnades
close on you like
thick iron bars
a most classic
restriction
erected on
the catacombs
of your kin

cumbersome
blue blood
bulky as
lead manacles
clasps at the
wretched wounds
of birthright

sweet princess
pry open
your portcullis
trespass through
the portico
and escape
this prissy posh
penitentiary

run recklessly
wayward
embraced by my
warm luscious
wilderness

and precious
if you're parched
forage your fill
of my ripe rich fruit

so pray tell
are you at play here
rebellious runaway
in the rampant
jade jungle
or is there
a greater tickle teasing
than the
gold green grass
on those
smooth thin soles

oh your highness
it's the humidity
i digress
still
do divulge
how heavy heaves
the hem of that
drab drenched dress

but really

wouldn't it be best
to bask in the bliss
of blush bare skin

there now

how happy
you appear

allow those breasts
to slide across
this cool
silk stream
and come closer
press my
lush firm form
to your
fine full lips

my my
how wicked
you awake


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Some architectural terms

colonnade- a series of columns set at regular intervals and usually supporting the base of a roof structure.

portcullis- a strong grating, as of iron, made to slide along vertical grooves at the sides of a gateway of a fortified place and let down to prevent passage.

portico- colonnade covered ambulatory often at the entrance.

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