SPRITE Judy Myers 08/23/2014 Wood nymph in your nudity gossamer wings a flutter in the breeze come hither my sweet sprite to this moment we may seize. Flitting amongst the vines and ferns tiny breasts with rosy tips doe blue eyes and full pink lips little bitty waist with perfect hips. As you fly thru oak and pine, and trip ore bubbling creek you sing a song of the forest in times we often seek, of nymphs, and sprites, gnomes and elves who stay hidden in glens and dells, they know not hate or wars or killing, they strictly to themselves. The forest green, the flowers abloom the fragrant perfumed air the nectar sweet upon the tongue, enchantment everywhere. OH that I was a nymph myself with wings for heights so tall that I might circle thy perfect form and succumb to your fairy-moan call.
Posted on: Sat, 23 Aug 2014 16:30:59 +0000
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