Something wicked this way comes

She didn't want roses,

Or chocolates,

She didn't want a knight in shining armour riding in on a galant steed,

She didn't want sweet nothing's whispered in her ear,

Or a romantic glass of wine on the beach,

She wanted a warrior that smelt of battle and war,

She wanted a rough and masculine man with a beard,

To pick her up and carry her away and have his wicked way with her,

A scoundrel, a rogue, a vagabound, a pirate or a Viking,

She cared not for romance,

For it was lust she ached for, Animalistic and raw,

To be taken then and there in the dirt,

For she ached for intense unbridled passion,

By a real man,

And not a gentle one.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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