The Scarlet Pantaloons

by Tah & Shay Cartland

Don Santos, welcome to my humble estate,
My meager offerings of food and drink I hope are to your taste.

This sumptuous meal you have placed before me,
Cannot compare to thine hidden treasures I'm wanting to see.

Oh! Don Santos, you are so bold,
To tell me things of that which I have never been told!

Please, my sweet, Daniel is my given name,
And to say it I promise will cause you no shame.

You must forgive my niativitie,
I am at a loss for the right words to say.

Then let me be your guide my dear,
And allow me to whisper sweet nothings in your ear.

Me thinks that is a liberty I cannot allow,
For my loose-tongued servants will gossip somehow.

Oh fair Michelle, my voice has left me,
Thy beauty is more breathtaking than the deep blue sea.

Don Santos, thy words are music to mine ears,
If only I did not have my womanly fears.

Then perchance , your delicate hand I might hold,
It's milky softness in my hands I will mold.

My hand thee may hold,
But anything else I pray would be too bold.

Thy ladylike manner I pray doth hide,
A lusty heart inside.

Though lusty my thoughts may be,
My actions may not please thee.

Your lips are like the ripest cherries,
But is that thine only berry?

Don Santos, you are making me swoon,
On your words of love, I shall fly to the moon!

Michelle, thy fragrant hair doth like the meadow smell,
Might I wind my fingers through it, pray tell?

Don Santos thy bulging biceps are to my delight,
And, oh so manly they look by the firelight.

Sweetest Michelle, let me drown in the limpid pools that are your eyes,
For a hardening I feel beginning in my thighs.

Don Santos, thy chest doth quicken my breath,
My heart is racing so fast it may hasten my death.

May I lay my hand upon your breast?
If not, then may my head upon it rest?

What you ask sir might be considered very lewd,
And if I did not like you so, I might think that you were crude.

Michelle, thy bodice is so ripe and hard to miss,
Please release thy mounds, so their fullness I may kiss.

Don Santos, you are a cad!
To do something such as that would be considered very bad!

Please, might I partake of your pleasures untold,
And in my loving arms, I hope you will unfold.

Don Santos, your wife first I must be,
Before you may go to the honeyed warmth that is me.

Thy charms are great I cannot lie,
On the morrow, the marriage knot we shall tie.

Don Santos my resistance is naught,
For my heart and soul you have caught.

Fair Lady Michelle, our wedding plans we shall make,
But first, I must finish eating this cake.

Hasten your meal my love,
Tomorrow our vows shall soar on the wings of a dove.

So, I await my vision of your creamy thighs,
Until our wedding night when I reduce you to sighs.

Methinks you are a fine specimen of man,
Thy tool I shall look forward to holding in my hand.

To pleasure you, all my tools I will use,
And your red pantaloons you shall loose.

So finish thy cake,
And to thy home make great haste.

For tomorrow is our wedding day,
And in our marriage bed we shall lay.

Goodnight my dear,
Tomorrow we shall allay your maidenly fears.

Don Santos and the fair Michelle lived lustfully ever after, that is until.