The satyr in me
would take more
than her clothes,
your clothes,
would have you
not questioning
but squirming
on that green grass
my hoofed legs
between yours
and all the covering
flowers gone -
a rose doesn't need
to be covered
nor a nymph
like her,
a nymph
like you.
09.10.2025
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