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How softly do the dryads hump
Nymphic bodies in the night
Lightly brushing and touching each bump
Elvish fantasies took flight!
Gliding sweetly thru the darkness
Not even using condoms
The trees were smooth and barkless
We rode in antique hansoms
Breathless we became as the cab crossed the cobbles
Our nether regions tingled from the bouncing of the chassis
How stimulating when a hansom wobbles
And you"re totally entwined with a handsome lassie.
Contributors: | Francine, Nym, Karin, Anon., Randy. |
Poem finished: | 18th July 2003. |