On a Midsummer night, in a forest far away,
my untamed nymph finally met her equa--Pan,
The one god who could satisfy my desire for play,
You drummed as I fire-danced; soon our chase began,
We flirted as I flitted temptingly around the bonfire,
and in the steamy night we could both feel the heat,
of revelry and wine and the passion of a new desire,
Faster than I could shake my hips, you kept the beat,
Still intoxicated from the exaltation of the dance,
we slipped away from the crowd to be alone,
I could feel the wood's power and your resonance,
as well as unabashed prowess which was soon shown,
I began my playful sprint so that you could pursue,
Quickly overtaking me, as I allowed the capture,
knowing the bliss that was preparing to ensue,
an insatiable lust where ecstasy blends with rapture,
Tumbling into the leaves, rolling me onto the ground,
Poised like a leopard, you slipped easily over my body,
as with a wicked smile, you stared down at me bound,
I surrendered to your arms sweetly entrapping me,
Looking down at me, your long, dark hair fell in your face,
your bangs brushed over, hiding your magnetic eyes,
Then you took me into the first of many a sensual embrace,
We explored as many roads to pleasure as I could fantasize,
Your lightly bronzed skin felt hot as my hands began to wander,
as I stroked your body--strong arms, defined abs, hard chest,
with my body contorted to new pleasures or else lying under,
The gasps, moans, and cries issued from us without rest,
as our bodies moved in perfect rhythm and supple sync,
I buried my face in your neck--nibbling, licking, breathing in,
The spicy, woodland scent drowsed me like a hard drink,
So we lay until morn; then like ergot's arousal we began again,
Now my nymph has a lover with whom she can have fun,
who understands the need to be free and joins in the festivity,
You are a playmate who encourages my wild need to run,
and as long as I chose you, you give me the liberty to be me.