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.

Published by Jesse Breck

Jesse has been writing for over 15 years. He runs CopyThat. A website that offers his skills as a freelance writer. View all posts by Jesse Breck

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