There beside the sparkling lake
In the last remnants of light,
She was his every dream come true
The wood nymph in the night!
She knew he was there, but she didn’t care
She felt so alive and free!
Silken breeze caressing her skin
The way it was meant to be!
A sexual fantasy come to life
For him beside the lake,
Brazenly aware that he was there
Watching every move she’d make!
She teased him with her wanton guile
A goddess in the pale moonlight!
Using every trick she knew…
The wood nymph in the night!
Transfixed, heart pounding in his chest
Desire near drove him mad!
She was scorching passion personified…
Best dream he ever had!
She danced for him long into the night
Until dawn began to slither!
Breaking the naughty wood nymph spell
Leaving him all in a dither!
He still camps there beside the lake
And every now and then,
He has that same Jack Daniels dream
And the wood nymph’s back again!
© Annabel Sheila
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Great write Anna, thanks Dick
Blessings,
Christine
Love the rhyme. How come my Dewars doesn't rhyme like this? -gene.
Very cute poem, my friend. If I could but bottle some of our Southern California sunshine and heat I would gladly send it to you.
Markie