I met the four sisters when I was young.
Their mother welcomed me into their home.
As I grew older I loved all of them,
and discoverd the pleasure of being with each alone.
The youngest, like a fresh breath,
I would take her in the morning light.
Her smell and touch was soft like,
the flower she gave without a fight
The second would bring fire to my soul
with the juices of her fruit so sweet.
And we would share the magic together
far into the night.
The next a little older, but as lovely as the other two.
From the shadow she would come to me draped in red and gold
I loved her for the gente way she aroused me.
With her touch that was hot yet cold.
The oldest also pretty her touch a little sharp.
But the passionate chill she gave
Left me wanting so much more
And then would come the mother, she wore her years so well.
She had only to whisper my name and I would dance into her core.
Though I am now an older man and only just a lord.
I can still romance them like a virile King.
For that is what they ask of me, My Queen Mother Earth
And the four ladies Winter, Fall, Summer and Spring
