Venus

Amidst the verdant field, a woman dances free, Her form unencumbered by any cloth or plea, She moves with grace, a sensual poetry, As if nature itself has taught her melody. Her body glistens in the sun's warm light, Each movement a caress, a fleeting delight, Her soul exposed, vulnerable and bright, As she surrenders to the natural rite. The grass beneath her feet, a tender bed, Softly kissing her skin, a verdant spread, The wind carries her song, a whispered thread, As she dances with the earth, a primal wed. In this moment, she is pure and true, Her beauty undeniable, her spirit anew, Dancing naked in the field, a vibrant hue, A woman in her element, wild and free, and you.