My woodland nymph

I walked amongst woodland glade
Eyes accustomed to its shade
Bird song echoing all about
My mind filled with little doubt

When I saw her basked in morning light
A vision of pure natural delight
Eyes which sparkled like cool pools
So easily capturing many poor fools

Her voice was sweet as a nightingale
And drew me in with its soothing tale
Her skin was made of earthly hues
Mottled in shades of greens, browns and blues

She was a picture of wild elfin form
Her arms wide open, welcome and warm
I scarce remember removing my garments
My eyes on her felt of predatory varmint

She beckoned me, enthusiasm clear
No hesitation to me, as I drew near
Her hands moved easily across my arms
My mortal mind, open to her nymph like charms

Her scent was of summer blossoms and earth
Her smile filled with such innocent mirth
She guided my hands to hips full
I could easily sense her fertile pull

She never requested yet still I knelt
And felt my soul begin to melt
With lust, love and unchained desire
For this beauty who filled me with such fire

I lapped eagerly at her fertile cup
Savouring the honeysuckle flavour I sup
Her pleasure evident upon her face
As my tongue caressed her earthly place

I coaxed her rosen bud to swell
As I pleasured her all fear a quell
Fingers dipped into her succulent garden
Her rising excitement forcing me to harden

She came with such elegant, graceful sound
That nature did call out with glee all around
But her need was not yet fully complete
As she guided me down to lay at her feet

She lay atop me, easily guiding me in
Circling me with her arms, slow to begin
Her hair hid our faces in an intimate cave
Our breaths mingling, as her sex did lave

Our bodies moved in slow unity
Love making of the utmost purity
The length of our bodies in perfect caress
Her lips holding me with naught of duress

Her body quickened and her amber hair lifted
And I stopped breathing at the sight I was gifted
Taut, lean stomach of perfect proportion
Bent back awingly in erotic contortions

The swell, full curve of nourishing breast
And pert, rosebud nipples, put my staying to test
My mouth met those teats, with wild hunger
Her motions quickened, unable to hold much longer

I felt her sex tighten against my girth
As we peaked in unison, a mutual rebirth
As I released my seed into this creature
I felt almost one with every woodland feature

She was my nymph, a spirit of the wood
I would hold onto her forever if I but could
But she is of the nature and filled with a wild need
But I’m glade for my chance to give her my seed.