Tryst

Through darkened Wood she leadeth me The silent waters bye; Anxiously a bat does flitter And serpent slithers nigh. "Correct my speech, and clear my mind, Another lover you. Tarry from our troubles here And take me into you. . ." Her firm embrace and heaving breasts Without a thought or care Nor sees she stars and Moon that passes; Her eyes are fixed on mine. A snail makes forward progress. A branch has fallen there. A mosquito in a web is caught And spider hurries near. "Forget me not. I'll not you. This tryst we must keep hidden. And soon you'll find some other wench To please you as I do. . ." The moss that we had lain upon Remarked upon us not. A fish then jumped in river near; And we prepared us to depart.