Like a Nymph of the Urals

She descends from the hills

To beguile, bewitch and ensnare

Boys of the hamlet

She is savage and virile

Vibrant like a ruthless lover

Domineering and possessive

Queen of Heaven and Earth

Then she is mellow and giving

With a million gifts

Of kisses

Of delicate sighs and touches

Sitting upright atop the boy

Her curves sparkle with rhythmic music

Emerald eyes fired with passion

Drunk in the blazing light of ecstasy

Half-closed in dreams of stardust

She overwhelms the boy

With her unearthly power

With her mystical hunger of lust

Grinds and pounds his excited limbs

In her musical dance

Since then, the boy has gone mad

He stands with wistful, longing eyes

He looks up to the mountains

In twilight of the crescent moon

Demented by Nymph’s passion.