She was walking to the chosen place
Where the mass would be celebrated
Where the way would be opened
May eve
She wore a simple white gown
She walked through a dark forest
She could smell rotting mold
And wet wood
Her c*nt tingled with electricity
Her belly and thighs glowed
Her legs wantonly wide
In the flickering torchlight
Shy glows red
Through budding branches
Evening is coming on
May eve