DANCING in the MOONLIGHT

In moonlit glades where shadows play,
A nymph appeared, fair as the new day.
Her skin aglow with a silvery sheen,
A creature of myth, a fantasy dream.

Her eyes like pools of liquid sweet desire,
A tempting gaze, a flickering sultry fire.
With every step, the forest heavily sighed,
As ancient trees their secrets confide.


Beneath the boughs of the ancient oak,
A satyr danced, a mischievous bloke.
His hooves tapped a rhythm on the moss,
As the nymph's laughter, a melody, was embossed.

Together they twirled within the enchanted night,
A pas de deux of pure heavenly delight.
The satyr's flute played a seductive tune,
Echoing through the woods, under the moon.

In hidden groves, their passion stirred,
A mythical dance, love's whispered word.
The air was thick with desire's scent,
As they tenderly embraced, a union intent.

As wings of fairies fluttered nearby,
Their giggles a chorus to the lovers' sighs.
The forest, a witness to this fantasy,
Where mythical creatures found ecstasy.

Through the realm of dreams and ancient lore,
The nymph and satyr danced evermore.
In the tapestry of night, a tale was spun,
This mythical love, will forever be undone