Fleeing Nymphs and Yearning Satyrs

Your fragrant, smooth, white flesh intoxicates

my senses.  Such cool curves!  That tumbling hair!

But when I grapple close, those carnal gates

elude me.  I’m embracing scented air!

 

I’m strong, but you are nimble.  There you go,

as light and limber as the April breeze,

beyond my grasp -�" my agile-footed doe,

enticing tail half-seen through tangled trees.

 

How you can run!  Whilst I, half-blind with lust,

lunge in your wake, you -�" fleet, farouche and fey -�"

like insubstantial mist, evade my thrust!

Just out of reach, those soft enticements play!

 

You torture me with longing.  And you flee

because you know, this way you’ll capture me.

 

Reviews

[maricoona91]

This is really well worded..a great poem about the mating games we play as humans! I can feel the lust. I like the woman seen as a doe, that worked well!
-Marina

[Arezzo]

I'm delighted! Thank you for this excellent review!