Dryad’s Saddle

In a well lit wood

Stumble into fairy lights

Your feet are feather weight

Under my spell

A man from the mines

Bare chest and dirty

Filthy indeed

Hard as ore dug daylong

Hung as the horse that pulled your cart

Forget him, he grazes

You have only eyes for my slender blade

And dew wet pussy

Spread legs upon a dryad saddle

Think that I am too unsubstantial?

Perhaps you are right, come sunset

But now you can only feel my seduction

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