Quan Kung, the Warrior, and I Upon horseback we Flee From the surrounding blood-crazed enemy His long beard flowing in the wind Fiery red face burning with Rage As he gallops like thunder through the frenzied battlefield I A pampered young prince - The heir apparent to the throne - Sitting behind his massive back Holding on to his mighty Crotch With trembling hands While pressing my own throbbing groin against his Powerful Buttocks My heart's pounding with Fright And excitement For I have never been this close to the famed warrior Though I've adored him from afar for many years I often dream of him Of his rugged handsome masculine face Majestic beard As I lie half awake alone in the imperial palace at night... He growls ferociously Parrying left and right His heavy armor soaking wet with Blood Without regard for his own life Determined to save mine He grimly tells me to hold on Tightly I eagerly obey Affectionately rest my head against my hero's broad strong back Wrapping my slender arms around his big husky body In a joyous loving Embrace...