The Night Maiden
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On a moonlit night he saw her,
a vision of beauty unlike any
he had seen on his many walks.
Her sheer gown sways in the
evening breeze as her hair dances.
Her poised and voluptuous figure
makes his heart race like a stallion
on an open field; it craves her!
She glances over her shoulders,
a sublime smile signaling a welcome.
With unsteady yet wary steps
he begins his journey towards her,
eager to be embraced by this maiden.
As he nears her she extends her arms,
ready to receive him into her bosom;
but his quest is then abruptly ended
when awakened by his clock's alarm.
Copyright © Angel Villanueva | Year Posted 2017