Fraska, youth be in thine body



of female emergent

as by domination of temperament

mounds on ye torso

rupture in shape of bells

to loudly resonate female glory

in eyes of all that be of appreciation

Locks a bullion straw grow

repudiating nest of thine sexuality

sacred guardian of entrance to

fertility in thine womb

Fraska, country lass of nature

as beauty like maidens of Rhine

so long ago and myth

be ye in thine radiance of energy

transporting through trees and hills

covered of soft ground under bare feet

whilst tresses of gold descend upon

ye who be nude as if robe of angels

Fraska, so much to discover

of world around thou explores

about yet novelty be

above else in ye imagination

strokes upon thine

moist precious of roses

in fantasy of night as

animal growl leave ye

oh, in desperate delight

Fraska, bold with youth be ye

in recklessness of age though

fear ye storms of thine sexuality's

creation in those of converse gender

for it be averse to ye so tender

Fraska, be it rage in root of male

or effects on thee but dread be thine

to cherish whilst ye wards off

lust of thee for what at last awaits

ye garden of femininity

Fraska, oh beauty of black forest

yet thine years serve thee

for in there lack

time thou has for all