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Author: Thyme Willowbrook
Fiction Rated: M - English - Romance/Fantasy - Reviews: 9 - Published: 09-12-04 - Updated: 09-12-04 - id:1717876

Yet another free-form poem I just finished writing.  This one is a little more on the adult side of things, thus the high rating.  My first experiment in writing erotic poetry.  How’d I do?

Faerie Childe

By Shauna Houser

She finds him dancing in the forest

Spinning, whirling in a dream.

Star-bright eyes and laughter wild,

Leaping, dancing faerie childe,

Beautiful, immortal being

Old as time and young as dawn,

And still he leaps and dances on.

Entranced, she looks upon his face

The moonbeams in his flowing hair,

The starlight on his skin so fair,

His naked form adorned in grace.

She nearly weeps to see the sight,

The faerie in the silver night.

He beckons her with outstretched hand,

His eyes beguiling, tender, smiling.

“Come to me!”

His voice like music, soft and low,

The whisper of the drifting snow,

Enchanted echo of the sea.

Light surrounds her, all around her

Shadows sing and moonbeams waver.

Hands touch gently, trailing velvet

Stroking her in cool caress,

Drawing sighs and breathless cries

As mouth trails softly over breast.

Enchantment wraps her in a shroud,

As soft as dusk, as bright as dawn.

He lowers her to emerald lawn,

His silken lips upon her skin

And softly slips himself within;

The lovers lost in pleasure’s song.

He moves between her silken thighs

His magic filling, spilling over

As she pulls him deep inside,

Legs entangled, breathing strangled

As they seek to end the dance,

Bodies pacing, fingers lacing,

Pushing, straining, heartbeats racing

Held within each other’s glance.

And then the final moment comes,

The glowing fire overruns

Their sensual waltz and stills their pace,

The glow of rapture on their faces

As the tide of passion ebbs

And leaves them tangled in a heap

To ever-softly drift to sleep.

As silver night fades into gray,

Her faerie lover slips away.

Into the trees he disappears,

His final touch upon her lips.

The tender softness of his kiss

Shall linger always through her years.

The memory of dancing wild

Within the arms of faerie childe.


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