Divine Sensuality

In a secret meadow untouched by man,

Nymphs and Dryads dance to the beat of pan.

Naked beauties linger sensually — truly divine.

Their scent is intoxicating, like a fine wine.

Unseen by any, but the children of the dirt.

Tucked away from pain, fear and hurt.

Music plays at a feverish pace.

Ecstasy pours out all over the place.

Nature untouched personified.

This is where the spirits hide.

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