/pol/ - International Politics & Banter

In Wisconsin's heart, a man sought love afar,
Through rugged landscapes, he set out on his star.
He journeyed far, through icy winds so cold,
Until to Iceland came his burning tale untold.

An Icelandic woman fair and fierce appeared,
Her fiery spirit left him strangely cheered.
He found her gaze, a siren's call to lure,
A magnetic force that sent his heart afire.

Together they danced beneath the vast night sky,
Their bodies swaying in a rhythm so high.
With every touch, their bond grew stronger still,
Yet hidden within her, fury lay concealed.

Though soft and tender on the surface she may seem,
Beneath the passion's veil, storm clouds did gleam.
Her hands found purchase on his chest so tight,
As she fought against the love that filled the night.

The Wisconsin man could not help but be drawn,
To this fierce Icelandic woman and her inner storm.
He tasted blood as nails broke through his skin,
Yet still he pressed forward, seeking her within.

With wild eyes ablaze, she struggled to break free,
From the grip of passion that held her in its glee.
Her body tensed like a coiled serpent's might,
And even as they danced beneath love's guiding light.

She fought against their fervent embrace so true,
Yet deep inside her heart, she knew what she'd do.
For though she battled with every ounce of will,
A part of her soul had secretly grown still.