How does one title this?...

Ebony skin of enticing velvet;

A smile that banishes grey.

We walked; caramel and honey

an arduous, yet amorous way

That quiet wisdom you freely share

The way in every deed you showed care

Exasperated sighs filled the air...

As you indulged me and my insecurities

I loved the stolen kisses,

Long walks by sun and moonlight

daring and overt caresses

as with love we communed

I'll always think of roses,

Snow white, gleaming, new;

Against velour of deep scarlet

Deep passion, the fire of you

To you I will all laughter

For you I wish all joys

May you have what you've always deserved...

The LOVE of a man; not the worship of a boy

Random Scene #...idk

Celine Hoisted the Blue flag she had taken from its bearer on her way up the tower stairs. She waved it about erratically, willing the passing horsemen to stop by the gates of the castle. In a flurry of hooves and dust, the riders paused at the foot of the tower, which rose where the North and west walls met, a tall roundish top, its conical roof giving the impression of a crudely speared fruit. Sir Galahad, leader of the expedition, calls to the flag waving maiden.

“Ho there, who calls for our diversion?”

“It is I, Celine of the Midland realm, daughter to King Jacob. I call in distress for aid and news of the Underworld Army’s advance. Whose men are you?” she asked imperiously, a slight quaver of voice belying her fear; the gravity of stopping complete strangers and giving air to the need for help now pressing upon her.

“We are men under King Ferdinand, good friend and ally of your father and kindom. Tell us, fair maid how may we assist ?”