My second attempt at poetry. Please let me know what you think.
Mighty was her reel of fame,
The noble ladies flexed in shame.
Men could only long to claim,
Was she wild a lioness tame.
When he tried his luck at fate,
Far she fled with hurting slate.
He did urge to opt her mate,
As she rooted deep in crate.
All though he did turned out quip,
Tougher grew his lusty gripe.
No more could she take him snip,
The best she could she tried to slip.
On that murky winter night,
She went yielding light and bright.
When they merged as one and tight,
They left no more time to blight.
Gaping was their land of ayre,
As though things were all that fair.
That means not that they can pair,
But she made it smart and spare.
Lovely was her despair moan,
Every time he pushed the horn.
They kept riding hard and lone,
As though they had no more home.
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