Mold me a helm of platinum. Plate my neck in ornate roses and arc both ******* in tongues of steel. Spill an hourglass of silver sheets to silhouette each torso curve. Sculpt iron vines over each hip. Caress my keep in chastened press; form gold like liquid down my legs.
Engrave a crest of two joined doves upon my hexagonal shield. String leather sheathes with your golden hair. Equip a morning star with spires that mock the dullness at your rest, yet forge my sword of diamond strength formidable as your excited state.
Look on me where I stand armored. Embrace away my fancied suit.
Please… lay me down, Love, gently Love, and place a flower in my hair.