A French Rose 'Midnight Maiden'

A French Rose
'The Midnight Maiden'

Like a distant star, a lantern burned
on the balcony of the fair Lady Jina,
a cloudless sky and wedding ring moon
quoting poetry she could remember.

"Hello Madam, it is I, the poet you asked for,
what be your pleasure milady, from Dante La'bo?"
The call came from the grounds below
hearing a smile from a French Rose.

Lady Jina walked out on the balcony
like a ship on a slight rolling sea.
Tossing silver coins like shooting stars,
"Recite some poetry, Poet ... please!"

"Yes Milady, shall I come inside?"
"No, you can be poetic from there,
I wish to be read to while I soak in a bath,"
Lady Jina let out a giggle and then a laugh.

"Very well," Mis'ier La'bo replied disappointed.
He began quoting poetry from Tristan:
'the Plaintes d'Acante et autres ouvres'
Lady Jina returned to her tub of luxury.

The Poets words sailed over the balcony
Lady Jina slipped in to her watery dream.
There in the pool of passions desire
was another throbbing heart a fire.

"I just love poetry," a soft whisper kept.
"As do I," the fair and pretty lady Jina replied,
four legs messed in an erotic wet world,
lay in the bubbles was two French girls.

Their lips tasted wine then each other.
Lady Jinas Maid was also her lover.
Slippery hands roamed over lathered breasts,
intertwined in each others sensual caress.

Fingers found moans and lips savored tongue
corset free 'bums' and clothes scattered slung.
Their energy soared as the poet read more
Lord Flatterbush bursted through the door.

Sword was drawn but things seemed wrong.
"Where is this poet, I'll run my sword in him."
Lady Jina in the tub with her servant and maiden.
Flatterbushs eyes were moon beams glazen.

The poet kept reading some poetic words.
Lord Flatterbush exclaimed, "This is absurd!"
Lady Jina gave her maid a great big hug
for she was also Flatterbushs midnight love.

"Flatterbush, I shall have your head
barging into the room of a lady," Jina said.
"Unless an understand is met and agreed,
you should wed the virtues you took from Rosalie."

Flatterbush and Rosalie left to make plans
for their wedding and the ceremony of grand.
Lady Jina lay wet inviting a poetic prose,
the frolic of Dante La'bo and A French Rose.

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A French Rose:

chapter 1 'The Art of Archery'
chapter 2 'Dueling Deuce'
chapter 3 'The Midnight Maiden'