A huntress with a long black braid

Had a dress with a slight fade

She stepped in and gladly paid

Coming quickly to my aid

I followed her with intrigue

She was quite a woman indeed

Outside she took her noble steed

And played with her necklace of turquoise bead

“Who are you?” I asked of her

As she spoke into her horse’s fur

Smelling sweetly of myrrh

The rest I’m afraid was all a blur

She put her arm around my waist

And did not hesitate

Reaching up to get a taste

Her lips were honey-laced

The huntress led me to

A cabin that was far from new

I’ll never forget the lovely view

Of being tangled up in you.