About Me
A weary sigh, a burdened brow, let tensions fade, I'll show you how. No need to strive, no need to fret, my fragrant peace, you won't forget. A gentle breeze, a whispered word, a tranquil scene, serenely stirred. Inhale my scent, so soft and deep, where troubled thoughts can fall asleep. A sunlit shore, a calming sea, this paradise, I'll grant to thee. No lines to wait, no debts to pay, just drift along, and float away. So close your eyes, and breathe it in, this sweet escape, where joys begin. First come, first served, this blissful flight, to realms of peace, and pure delight.
Oh, Mister Blacksmith, strong and bold, A tale of iron, to be told. Smelt me a rod, with fiery might, to shape my purpose, day and night. Your hammer's dance, a rhythmic beat, in depths of heat, where metals meet. Thrust deep, your strength, your art impart, to forge the will within my heart. For in this world, where needs arise, and eager hands reach for the skies, A simple rule, I humbly plead, “First come, first served," fulfil my need.
A plea to Baker, oh master of sweets, where sugary wonder the palate greets. With peaches so ripe, and cream so bright, a tart you must make, with all of your might! First come, first served, let the word be spread, for a creamy delight, a golden bed. Of peaches so soft, a fragrant dream, a taste of pure joy, a sunlit gleam. So bake, Mr. Baker, with speed and with grace, this peach-cream tart, in its rightful place. A heavenly treat, for all to adore, but first come, first served, and nothing more!
salt-stung air, a biting, cruel embrace, the churning waves, a wild and frantic chase. OH, Mr. Seaman, strong and weathered hand please pull me from this unforgiving strand. The gushing foam, a monster's hungry maw, It crashes down, defying nature's law. My breath is lost; my strength begins to wane, A desperate plea, amidst the wind and rain. First come, first served, the ocean's bitter jest, But I, a soul adrift, must stand the test.Oh, noble Sailor, with your knowing eye, don’t let me sink, beneath this angry sky.
The slow boat creaks, a timber sigh, beneath a sky of indigo dye."First come, first served," the whisper flies, for paradise, where longing lies. A natural girl, with sun-kissed hair, a tangled crown, beyond compare. She steps aboard, with barefoot grace, A gentle smile upon her face. The salt-laced wind, a soft caress, her untamed locks, it does possess. Each strand a thread, of earthly charm, protecting her from worldly harm. No painted lips, no silken gown, just simple beauty, nature's crown. The other souls, with eager gaze, observe her in a sunlit haze. The slow boat drifts, on ocean's breast, towards a land, of peaceful rest. Where palm trees sway, and waters gleam, a waking vision, in a dreamland as the shores, begin to raise, Reflecting hues, of painted skies, the natural girl, with open heart, Has claimed her place, a brand new start.
A landscape vast, a textured plane, Where tiny forests rise and reign. A whispered secret, soft and deep, the body's stories, it does keep. From shadowed valleys, dark and low, to sunlit peaks, where breezes blow, a tapestry of silken thread, A natural blanket, gently spread. Some call it wild, a thing to tame, a source of whispered, blushing shame. They seek to smooth, to strip, to bare, and banish every single hair. But in the depths, a truth resides, A primal beauty, nature's tides. A testament to what we are, A creature born beneath a star. So let it grow, and let it be, A part of you, wild and free. Embrace the texture, feel the grace, the hairy wonder of this place.
The mossy bank, a velvet bed, where dappled sunlight gently spread."First come, first served," the breezes sigh, beneath a vast and open sky. Lay with me here, where ferns unfurl, and listen to the woodland's swirl. The earthy scent of dampest loam, a fragrant, wild, and peaceful home. The pine needles, a spicy breeze, that whispers through the ancient trees. The honeyed bloom of wild-grown thyme, a sweet perfume, transcending time. The river stones, a cool embrace, reflecting skies, with tranquil grace. The water's breathe, a misty veil, where nature's secrets gently sail. Lay with me now, and close your eyes, and let the forest's magic rise. Inhale the scents, the wild, the free, this moment shared, with you and me.