John stayed for one more day at Bodil's abode in the hope that she would soften down and would come to him just to have a look. She did not come to him even once in the day time though he had sent for her several times by Penny.
Penny was a cute lady. Slim waist, cute kawai face and hentai curves. Sweet smile. Golden hair. He would have tried to woo her if he were in his teens. But now he wanted only and only Bodil and nothing else.
At night he called Moses, his poet friend to compose a metaphysical love poem requesting the beloved not to be rigid and permit for coitus just once tonight. John thought that day mood is a different thing and night mood must have softened Bodil, perhaps she would give in.
After fifteen minutes Moses readied a poem and sent him via WhatsApp:
My Plea
My love, my heart aches for thee
In this moment of passionate plea
I beseech thee, do not be so rigid
Allow our bodies to merge, not frigid
The night is long, the stars are bright
Our love burns like an eternal light
Let us share this moment, this bliss
In a sacred embrace, our souls will kiss
Do not hold back, my sweetest love
Let us soar like eagles, high above
In this moment, let us transcend
Our bodies, hearts, and souls to blend
For just this once, my dearest one
Permit our bodies to become one
In a dance of love, we'll intertwine
Two souls in harmony, divine
So let go of your fears, my love
And surrender to our passion's glove
Let us become one in this mystical night
For our love is pure, and our hearts are right.
John jotted down this poem by his hand on a white sheet of paper, sprinkled a few drops of expensive perfumes on that paper and called for Penny. Penny came smiling to him. He handed the paper to her and asked to deliver that to Bodil. Penny followed his order.
He waited for half an hour with great expectations. After an hour came Penny. He asked, "Is your mistress coming?"
She nodded her head negative. " But her reply is with me." Penny handed him the letter he had written. He was baffled. Penny smiled. When he turned the paper, he could see that in red ink Bodil had written something.
He carefully read it.
Reply To The Plea
My dearest husband, my heart's desire
I long for you, your love, your fire
But my heart has a condition to impart
To test your love, your courage, your heart
Bring me the head of an alpha werewolf, my love
And you'll have my body, my heart, like a dove
For I long to be one with you, my heart's only true
But my love, the ball is in your court, it's up to you
Enjoy the night with Penny, kind and true
But she's not the one I long for, that's you
So bring me the head of that alpha beast
And our love will be a union, a feast
I know it's a difficult task, my love
But for your love, I know you'll rise above
I believe in you, my heart, my soul
And with your love, my heart will be whole
So go, my love, and fight with all your might
And when you return, we'll make love all night
For our love is pure, our hearts entwined
And our souls, my love, forever bind.
John was shocked by this reply. He got another paper and wrote:
My beloved wife, with tears in my eyes
I hear your words, my heart denies
To give away my love to another
Even for a moment, I can't bother
The idea of Penny, my heart rejects
She's just a servant, not a subject of sex
I want you, my love, and no one else
My heart aches for you, and it always tells
Your demand of a werewolf's head
Is beyond my reach, or so it's said
But for your love, I'll fight till the end
And to your heart, my love, I'll always tend
I'll travel through forests, cross the seas
Fight the beasts, and bring you the keys
To unlock the gates of your heart
And be with you, my love, never apart
I'll prove my worth, my love, for thee
And bring you the head of that werewolf, you'll see
And when I do, my love, I'll return to you
And finally, our love will be pure and true
Until then, my love, my heart will ache
But for your love, I'll do whatever it takes
And when the time comes, my love, we'll unite
And our love will shine brighter than any starlight.
He wrote all these and stormed out of the house, for John was sure that Bodil would cut one of her fingers to prove her point.