Nymph - Poem by Crimson Love
My little nymph...
she frolics in the woods,
she dances to the sound of whispering trees'
she's beautiful, quite a sight to see,
I sit upon this flat stone,
having you so happy, I shall sit you upon this crimson throne,
giving you what you wanted....desires unknown,
My princess, my love, you always come first,
My lips parched with love...your lustful drink is my only thirst,
Within my nymphs love, I'm completely immersed.
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