Sweet Sylvan Devotion

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"Your kisses are wine, your tongue is honey. Together we shall
mix us mead." 

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He is walking one way she is walking the other. They meet in the
middle of this shady lone path. When two strangers meet on a path
they nod, perhaps smile. From a few, a cheery `hello!' is spoken.
This is what she expects.

He is not the expected

As he strides towards her his eyes roam her, from face and lips,
to thighs and calves. She feels his gaze as tangible as touch. So
when his hands glance as well she is not surprised. It is only
then, that she realizes that she has stopped. His eyes meet hers
and he smiles. "Greetings" He says She smiles "hello" "I have
half an hour in which I have nothing to do" he licks his lips
"could we be that quick?"

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Hand in hand they run. All shady lone paths have paths that lead
off of them. This one is no exception. His caresses are fire, his
kisses sweet. She bends against him as he presses on. Her hands
find his shoulders. Her tongue finds his lips.

Her clothing melts to the pine-needled floor, his heat is too
much. His are gone to the wind her breath is so heavy. Every
touch is tenderness, every kiss a rejoicing, every breath is
inhaled in love and exhaled in passion. Her sweetness yields to
his tender touch, his rough shoulders fall prey to clutching
hands. Her legs rap round what is not hers in their seeking to
become one.

Flesh meets willing flesh in union. His whispered prayers to her
body have no meaning when the crescendo breaks it's final note. A
squirrel the only witness, trampled grasses the only trace. He
will forget their coupling tomorrow for another. She will
remember it forever.

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"You're late" his mother tells him 
"I met a young nymph upon the
path" 
She smiles knowingly. The goat footed Pan cannot be
detained - from teaching young girls the meaning of love.