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She was a nymph.....

She was a nymph.
This must be clearly understood.
She lived with the animals under the stars.
She ran wild in the fen and the wood.

She dined eating berries
and living off the land.
She'd never been tamed
nor known a lover's hand.

When he first saw her,
waiting for the berries to fall,
impatient for their taste,
he couldn't believe what he saw.

She was gorgeous, untamed
and certainly not like anyhing he'd ever seen.
Unclothed, except for the colored leaves
that fell from trees, where they once had been.

He followed her steathily,
back to her own little wooded place.
He watched, planned and rehearsed
what he'd say to her face.

Once he faced her, he couldn't say a word.
Her beauty undermined his will, there he simply stood.
She circled him warily, unsure of what he was.
His muscles bunched and one part got hard as wood.

She undressed him with curious eyes
and restless hands that roamed here and there.
He grew harder and harder and groaned.
He wanted her so badly that he didn't care.

After he was nude
as she had been from the start...
She drew him to her leafy bed
and placed his hand on her heart.

He stroked her and gazed into her green eyes.
He suckled her breasts and stroked her
satin skin.
She moaned and climaxed multiple times as
he aroused her over and over again.

She loved him all through the night
and when the morning had come at last,
He found himself alone, as if the night
had been a dream of times long past.

Through the years, he searched for her
haunting the woods and the fen.
Watching for the girl clothed only in leaves,
but never did he see his wild nymph again.