Sisters of Norway, treat this one well as he wanders
These daughters of Freyja, born with such awe
So beautiful and perfect, graced by amber sun skin
Goddess of love and desire, thine hair curls over soft mosses
Adrift in a lake of days, the water drys in beads on thy naked body
Krystal eyes radiate an affection deep as sky,
To grasp thine pale hand, and walk until the miles grow
And sit in shades of old trees with resting head on chest
Sweetest liquor it must be to taste the streams from your mouth
And waft the aromas of your blessed body
To lie with in the night, and hope for some of your magic to rub off on me
Sisters of Norway, treat this one well as he wanders,
And i’ll save a piece of my heart for you
:aferalspirit: 