Pun-o-graphy

[image source: from my phone gallery]

It was our first time
as the clock echoed its rhythm with a chime

She needed some hard thrust
but it was novel to me, I didn't have her trust

It was to be a memorable night
but I was drought of the powers of a Knight

She wanted it beyond some human strength
but I was not a bear, I never lived in the wood, thus I couldn't walk in like some hew-man at longer length

Her bowel was a hole for many foxes
though she appeared meek and smart like sugar boxes

she yearn for more like a cougar
but I was a novice, I couldn't make it taste like sugar

She needed some horny night
I was a saint, I couldn't make a honey knight

She was the funster
I was the punster.