Once upon a time,
A fair maiden with sparkling eyes told me of a magical place " The POPLAR Forest ".
The fair Maiden, "Annemarie of Hope Hill " spoke of this place with great vigor and splendor.
The trees almost speak to you as you travel through the forest.
There are pits of fire she exclaimed. Bringing my curiosity to a threshold I begged her to take me there. Reluctant to entertain my asking, she agreed to take me to the forest.
After a long journey we arrived at Hope Hill, her ancestral estate.
The flowing brown hair framing her face as a portrait of desire.
Mostly my desire to covet the fair maiden. We rest for a time before we embark on our adventure.
Maiden Annemarie possesses a charm that only rivals her gorgeous smile. Skin of golden brown silken to the touch. My heart racing, driven by my longing to touch her.
We board her white chariot gliding through the gravel pathways. She takes us to view the various valleys and distant mountains explaining their tales and the magical kingdoms that exist.
We talk, mostly I listen with great attention to every pleasing word that travels across her red lips .
I so want to experience a kiss with this extraordinary creature. Though I don't dare as to risk my seeing the POPLAR Forest.
I feel euphoric in this place. Her laughter is enchanting. Have I misread the Maiden, could my desire lead to a place of sorcery. Will my peril be of my own hand.
Guided by the gaze of a stunning though wicked sorceress.
No! My mind has failed the present situation. I must get back to reality or fall at the Maidens request.
I snap out of my mind's rapture. We continue on our way.
The heat is ungodly, as she is glistening in the sunlight, I imagine her body , soft and brown. She catches my stare. I fumble my actions. She only reveals a smile of content.
Why are you staring at me? She utters in a playful voice.
A question I am not prepared to answer.
Again she asks, why do you stare at me with ill intent?
What do I say, how do I say it.
She approaches me slowly, her eyes are beaming.
I tell her to stop! Please don't come any closer. I have inappropriate thoughts about you. She smiles.
Didn't see that coming.
We sit at the pit of fire as the night air is getting cooler.
I look into her eyes with great curiosity. Her brown skin occupying my thoughts, do I dare steal a kiss. Then I do.
She pulls away, with a smirk on her face, " you're not ready for that"
Said in a mischievous voice.
We continue to kiss, I find my hand slowly and gently caressing her thigh I can feel her heat as myself on fire. Not conscious of my actions .
The night has revealed a magical place, The Poplar Forest.
My mind has been occupied by the lure of this myth.
Reality has struck light to my eyes. The POPLAR Forest is just that a forest! The fair Maiden has become the magic.
The two of them disappear into the poplar Forest.
Never to be seen, or heard from again.