Nymph
Smiling at you over her shoulder,
she leads you into the woods.
The green veil is vibrant hues,
birds singing a joyful tune.
A soft breeze went through those trees.
So did you.
Breathing the pine,
laughing, feeling fine.
A wind went in next with a secret through those trees.
So did hers.
Secrets only lovers know,
except she will deliver a fatal blow.
She pulls you down onto the soft forest floor,
smiling like a seductress,
kissing lips so sugar-coated you could become a diabetic.
A cold front whips across your face when she leans back to retrieve a case.
Fingers caress along your jaw, holding you still in time to a thrumming pulse.
Crimson shades of inarticulateness are born,
birds abandoning their post as fast as your blood is lost to the amber-colored ground.
Trees whisper the truth
in the clearing while she walks away drenched
in your perverse unslakable
need for what you cannot obtain.
Joy4no1
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