Blue Moon NymphA Poem by Lost in WonderlandEyes wandering through the dense trees Picking up every small movement He searched endlessly for her That deliciously rare nymph of the woods
She's very shy, so they say Only showing her porcelain face Once in a blue moon When she dances, graceful and lithe In the iridescent, white light
He saw her once before (Whilst wandering lost in the woods) Shrouded in mystery White dress flying about her long legs As she twirled and spun for him
When their gazes met, time stopped Blue eyes large and cautious like a child She glided toward him timidly Until not an inch separated them
Wistfully laying a small hand upon his cheek She felt the cold sweat there A quiet giggle bubbled from her pink lips like bell chimes Driving the man absolutely wild
Her beauty was other worldly Perhaps she was just a dream A sweet, enticing dream That would make any man Willingly give up reality
Taking hold of her waist tenderly He led her to a tree Kissing her shoulders, her neck Loving the way she moved and gasped
Her soft lips tasted like sugar A mouth-watering, exotic elixir Making him shudder in sheer ecstasy Tangling his hands in her dark, luscious mane
The warmth of her pale body Kept him entranced like a siren's call Her nimble fingers tickled his neck Invoking a low, arousing moan
Grabbing the hem of her dress, he growled Wanting her, needing her, craving her like a drug But when the silk slipped over her head, She had faded away
Replaced by the orange light Of an unwelcome sunrise Leaving him on his knees Crying with a hopeless longing For that girl, now but a memory
Tonight, he wanders alone Same as every night, searching Searching for that beautiful nymph Who filled all his fantasies
Hours passed as he moved in circles The sun would be up soon, And with it, his chances of finding her would disappear Heart sinking, the man started home
As he walked, head hung and shoulders slumped A giggle carried by the breeze flew to his ear His head snapped up, pulse racing Frantically, his feet carried him to the tree
Like a bird, her voice sang out to him Leading him like a line on map Until he saw the tree With a pair of girls feet hanging off a branch And blue eyes on the shadows, shining like stars He had found her at last © 2012 Lost in WonderlandAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorLost in WonderlandWherever my books take meAboutHi I'm mickey:) Welcome to my page I've been on this sight for a couple of years now and enjoy getting my writing out there for the world to read:) I appreciate comments and will read anything you .. more..Writing
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