The mighty warrior stood bravely against the raging storm He thought of his lover as he drove from dark to dawn Her Celtic red locks, filled his senses,her gentle heart broke down all his defenses Their love had grown and would be grand if fate had not another plan Love long past still lingered in his heart but his future shone with his sweet ranga tart She stirred his mind and teased his cock her tight pussy made him hard just like a rock Her time was short so he raced against the clock To keep in his world this treasure, his past he must unlock. His heart will then be free to love and to just be with his little ranga tart.