So,on my bed I lay,remniscing:

In the king's castle a fair lady I met,

We exchanged glances,I was wandering

In the blue sea of her eyes.My quartet

Of fingers pleased her cheek,a smile I gained.

My lips capered across her neck,her skin

Was soft as silk,a giggle I received.

Our lips fused as if they were akin.

Like strawberries tasted her rose red lips,

Which lofted my feet like salisbury's spire.

Onto my bare chest her snow white hand slips—

How dare I? A lowly peasant conspire 

Against my king?A forbidden passion

Of which I have onnly tasted a fraction.