Raypunzel

Raypunzel

His tower hidden deep in glade serene,
He paced the balcony outside his niche.
His satin hips performed a rolling hitch,
His lashes gold, his eyes a bronzy green,
His hair a lighter shade of tangerine.
He saw at mounted stallion jump the ditch.
His hope and nether parts began to twitch
At the stylish man who scampered on the scene.
He lowered yards and yards and yards of braid.

Bedazzled by the glow of shining hair,
The rider climbed to learn the secret rinse.
Surprised to find the lady was no maid,
They exchanged cosmetic secrets then and there,
The hairy fairy and the mincing prince.

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