She whispers his name
A leaf blows in the wind
Shamelessly panting
To see him lose his shield

The clock chimes eleven
She knows it's not set
The time for decisions
Had already passed

The heat in his gaze
Scorching her skin
The touch of his hand
Makes her burn from within

His skin cold against hers
Touching her everywhere
Her vision blurs
Taken high with the pleasure

She calls out to him
He answers her prayer
In the twilight's dim
He lies before her bare

Her shining white knight
He's her dear Lancelot
While her eyes are bright
Said the queen of Camelot:

I was swept in the heat of the moment
And I never want to regret
The things our love made us do
Since the very moment we've met