By, T. A. Mennie aka Saroya
They descend on the wind
Laughter upon a gentle breeze
Moving amidst the trees
Bodies moving with grace and ease.
They are the handmaiden’s of the Goddess
Enter their realm, the portal is open
Take the hand offered, warm arms, gentle kisses
They shall caress your sprit, bring you to your knees
Your desires shall be theirs, your needs be satisfied
Passion and desire is their gift, to ease a tortured soul
Be not hesitant; fear not this magic night.
Do so quickly before Goddess’ breath is heard
Upon the winds of dawn, calling her maidens home again,
For the magic will be gone.