The Crusader's Saber

by L. Zephania


Though Nick longed for LaCroix soon his "ex" to be,
Bold LaCroix said "I want you here next to me.
Just your dumb luck,
I need a bum fuck,
And then really we'll have us some ecstasy!"

When LaCroix thus asked Nick please to stick his yob
Up his ass Nick then answered him with a nod.
"I'll be your skewer,
We'll thrill every viewer,
And again make you flaming hot shiskebob!"

And so, our lusty crusader
Went quickly to work at his labor.
He went to his sire
Set his senses afire
And deeply embedded his saber.

But then, in a flashback erotic,
Nick thought of a scheme most exotic
As if in a dream
He grabbed some whipped cream
And did a thing most idiotic.

Well, LaCroix had a look that could freeze ya,
But he said, "I want now just to squeeze ya.
And so, no excuses,
Just come blow my fuses,
And I'll act like I've gotten amnesia."

So LaCroix, with his pointer annointed
Let his Nick prove himself double jointed
He licked off the stuff
And LaCroix he did fluff
And so made him quite undisappointed.

Alas we have hit stanza seven
The limit against which I've striven
I've left out the mustard
And bath full of custard
But Nick and LaCroix have reached heaven.

The Ends.