she dug her toes into the soft soil
a dryad in search of her oak tree

little did she guess that her satyr
was searching for her as well

the nymph in shades of blossom
danced in the fertile mud of hope

swollen bud dripped sweet nectar
calling out the passion in his soul

oh for a taste
of that intoxicating
bouquet

sure to soothe
the fires
in his belly