Sappho's Grove

Beneath lightly laden
boughs, upon a bed
of leaves fallen.

Only luna,
with pale eye was privy.
audience only to beast
and fauna.

Circlets of silver
upon tresses of Stygian's
Hue. Silken vestments
worn to woo.

Bosoms yet blossomed,
heave. Eros prepares his
spell to weave.

Slender arms unfurl,
ruby lips aquiver meld.
Upon once chaste maidens,
shame was never held.

Tacit urges belied by their
full gazes. Timid hands longed
the pleasures of taction.

Prone to her lover embowed,
stars above sparkled with approval.
Now unadorned her lover's
shadow cast over.

Within the clasp of parted lips
never was seen more swollen
bosom or heavier fruit hung from maiden or tree.

Parted knees,
answer their lovers pleas.
Unfurled petals glisten against
the other.

Undulant rythmes,
in time with eachothers measure.
Great cries of pleasure, exaltant.

Slippened from her grasp,
like smooth silk.
She followed a trail, to which
ends the other knew.

Pleasure once forbidden,
Ero's pride suckled the maiden's sap.
Urgent thighs,
rise to cluth her lovers head in lap.

Patience know no more,
Ecstacy wields it's masterful whip.
Such climatic heights,
never reached before.