The summer maiden,
lissome spring in her step,
her musky flowers, her ornate hair,
a breath of promise, in the pregnant air,
of her torrid passion dance,
evoking fairies, lush prairies and dreamlands.
Playful, fanciful, frolicking in nature's lap,
her nimble fingers, her musical feet tap
their way, into young hearts in bloom,
while they lovingly await their doom.
She moves, she sways,
her haunting grace, tempting ways
her clandestine moments,
her idyllic movements,
a precursor, of good things to come,
of melodious,magical songs to hum.
As her sensuous glances lay
upon us; they lead us along the way,
to the promise of youth eternal,
in a life strung by heartbeats ephemeral,
but the promise is nectar enough,
the sweet nectar, of everlasting love.
Meanwhile, the rains, await their turn to pour,
laying their thoughts bare, in a hushed whisper:
Can we make love to this beautiful summer?
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