Another day in my dreams
Their lithesome limbs, never tiring from their sensual dance,
As the piper's rhythmical strains puts them in a trance,
From hidden dell and forest grove come licentious dryads,
From mountain streams and pools enter lascivious naiads,
At the bidding of cloven hoofed master they do cavort,
Enjoining with the priapic satyrs in such hedonistic sport.
The reverberations of disorderly moonlit revelry,
Cause men to fear in the woods seeing the devilry,
So they lock themselves in their hovels and taverns
Sojourners seek out sanctuary in gloomy caverns,
Growls echo louder as approaches the midnight hour,
Exits the sweet Enchantress from her leafy bower.
Awakening from her dreams of magical Avalon,
Where the Goddesses occupy society's highest echelon,
Awakening within her body longing to join the dance,
She purrs her pouty lips her magnificence to enhance,
A translucent cape of gossamer fastened at her neck,
Circlet of woodland flowers her long tresses bedeck.
Through the forest she glides towards the pipe's refrain,
To join with the nymphs and satyrs and satisfaction gain,
The nearer that she approached the greater was her longing,
To lose herself in their salacious, carnal joining,
The piper stops blowing his pipes as his glade she neared,
A wicked smile appeared above his pointed beard.
She unfastened her cape as he bowed his head in welcome,
Skillfully struts his gift as he piped something frolicsome,
Joined hands with shapely nymphs as they pranced around,
Undulating her swaying body to the piper's lilting sound,
Pressing against the nakedness of both nymph and satyr,
Whether lover be maiden or faun doesn't really matter.
She torments the nymphs with kisses driving them mad,
She slakes the lust of the fauns in every orifice she had,
She spent them one by one a number at the same time,
Let them take her from the rear, on others she would climb,
And the piper played frantically throughout the libidinous bout,
But even his playing could not drown out her orgasmic shout.
The piper kept piping till the first light mists of dawn,
When the Enchantress stretched and stifled, a contented yawn,
Amongst the many lovers used to satisfy earthy needs,
She'd even pleasured the piper whilst he played upon his reeds,
As her lovers faded into the mists she did inwardly smile,
For she hadn't pleasurably ached like that for such a long while