Waterfalls
Trapped in a cave, he surrenders
to the voice of that nymph at the waterfalls.
Her song is soft like the clouds
that nestled his plane before it crashed.
He must be dreaming, he tells himself;
But there she is behind the waterfalls.
She reaches out for his hand
and he holds her close
Her green eyes through his soul
Her lips on his
His hands on her breasts
His manhood between her legs...
