My Degenerate Knight in Shining Armor

Oh classic curtains on the wall,
Your deep, crimsons pleats spark a fire in my heart.
Your voluptuous curves and rumples touch me like a dryer sheet.
The ripples in your body mimics the blood that flows through my very veins.

Oh my vibrant string Romeo,
A tug on your pulley-device reveal bountiful rays of sun.
Exposing the beautiful bustling world I crave eternally.
Along with the hopes that symbolize my dreams and desires.

Oh knight of veiled red armor,
Your translucent opacity lovingly protects me from the blinding light.
The faded patches reveal the pain you endured for my sake.
Toss your burgundy glow across the room for me to bask in.

Oh masterful tapestry of woeful woven fabric.
I envy your ambition to match our true colors.
Ancient filth clings to you worse than a stage 5 clinger.
I see through your fabric like I see through your lies.

I hope to never have the chance to discover you taste like plums.
I dream of using you as a blanket during a winter storm.
To fondle your silk like fabrics against my face.
It is the east, and the curtains block out the sun.

Aberrantly yours,
~Chiko!