In the Forest of Frolicking and Fucking

 
Deep in the forests of Pan are secrets of nightly pleasures,
     Lullabies of secret orgies.
God of the goat, pins you by the throat, gagging every night
     On hairy goat phallus.
These are the origins of the Great God Pan’s stories.

Divine goddesses and horny satyrs dancing to the tunes
     Whispering from Pan’s flute.
Teaching lessons of debauchery to those willing to
     Learn orgasmic lures,
To lay down in moonlit pastures where juices stir.

Old tales of pagan rites performed under the winking
     Stars, pin points of light.
Are Gods peering through the peephole at acts of
     Splendors unknown to them.
Sodomies in the forest of frolicking and fucking.

On Olympus there never has been a party such as this,
     Animal conjoining with man.
Demigod unleashing his Kraken inside the nymphs
     That grasp and gasp at the roots.
Magic of vampiric nature sucking away.

Thus is the magic of Pan, the horny old goat beneath
     The gaze of the Gods.
Unbound pleasure is nature’s way of procreating
     The old world.
Satyrs and Sirens in the forest of frolicking and fucking.