The Maid

"The Maid" weaves a tale of love, mystery, and allure under moonlit skies; secrets dance.

Cupid coats Watermelon Skies,
Our Maid strips down; neighbors stroll by.

Their whispers glide on summer's breeze,
Our secrets hide in twilight's tease.

A tale is spun, A yarn is wound,
Her mystery in whispers found.

The children play, no past to hold,
Elders long for days of old.

Truth will rise with the Moon's reprise,
Revealing secrets in her eyes.

We met beneath Camelot's skies,
Enchanted by the Moon's soft sighs.

Our love swift, like a flash of light,
Three Musketeers, one in the fight.

In the Moonlight, your skin glowed fair,
Your vision lashed our hearts to stare.

Our Maid embraced, and love took flight,
Beguiling us through endless nights.

Her melody of charm plays on,
Neighbors stroll by long after dawn,

Their faces flare with fierce desire,
I bid our Maid, dance naked fire.

Her lips and spirit wild allure,
Their hearts chase shadows, thoughts impure.

Our lives, a brew of vibrant spice,
We burn as one, our flame precise.

With joyful cries, our spirits rise,
Beneath her lovely Maiden skies.

—Noisy Wren