I am in love with this young woman. She dances through my dreams like a filly foal, frisky, full of fun. She knows she is a beauty, but wants to share with me each iota of her new-found feminity. She prances into my my heart with no timidity and makes her home there to share her love with me unfettered, unafraid. She wraps her braided golden hair around my chest so I can sleep not nor rest. The rest is ecstasy that has no end, except a new beginning of the same. Tame she is not. She is Eros come aflame. Shame? Why should she be? In some cosmic way, she has always known that fluids she ******* are but tears of pure passion, joy, to be savored by her and me. Night becomes day, but there is no end to this melody of moans and murmurs. I hold her in my arms forever, this young woman whom I love.