Their cunning voices coyly soothed my fear.Their whispers damp and cool, a subtle treat. They tempted me with pledges, in each ear,To sate my every bliss, most welcomed feat.The charms of ageless beauty drew me nigh.Pervasive sparkling visions swelled my dreams.Soft dainty fingers stroked, eyes met my eye,Lest I resist such sweet seductive schemes.They trusted I could not withstand desire,Each nymph beguiling with persist...

“Darkness is its own kingdom, It moves to its own laws, And many living thingsdwell in it.” -Patricia McKillip My kind is startling to humans when we are accidentally glimpsed, cloaked in night’s dark mystery. We are a unique type of were-folk, with an appearance more feline than wolfen, and of course werewolves are far more prevalent in your mythologies. We learned long ago to avoid contact with humans whenever possible...

He wants to save me  With his sweetness  Envelope me  In the warmth of his love  He sees a bird, rare  A broken wing  A hidden spirit  Lost  Caught in the fear  Of possible flight With his prayers  And the touch of his hands  An infusion of his spirit  The curve of his smile  The music in his voice  The feel of his heart  Beating next to mine  As he leads me in this dance  And I begin to depend on  The strength of his arm...

Eros Innana By Bethany Frasier (via Calliope) From Sapphic Tales, the Innana cycleThe song of love has echoed long A chorus through the ages And bards have offered words enough To fill a million pages From harlots moans to poets rhymes The chorus has been lifted And ever have the gods allowed Desire to be giftedOh fairest femme in all ideals Art thou the single thoughtThat fills the endless yearningsOur desire has ever so...

All Greece hates  Helen of Troy  The azure of her eyes  Embedded  In a stone face  The length of an outstretched hand  Delicate  To be kissed  The lure of heart shaped lips  With up turned corners  Inherently hers  To be given  Like prized gifts  At her will  Desiring  To sink a thousand ships  As if they only  Pass in the night For her there is no fuckingOnly the making Of Love  I, too,  Am guilty  As I watch her  With m...

There once was a lonely SatyrWho went searching for nymphs to woo. He went to a glen, to a groveAnd met a precious Alseid.She tossed him away and left himWithout any hope of true love.He traveled up hill to a valeWhere an Auloniad had been,But she never appeared to giveHim a chance to plight her his troth.On the breeze he met an AuraWho blew him a kiss and wink.That was all he would get from theLittle soft wind. Away she...

The nymph lay in the crook of my armSexed, spent, content and wet,We lay together on her winter’s capeAmidst the sweet tangy smell of sex and sweat. First had come the merry chase,Past her trees and into the glen.Then the capture, kissing, the hearty fucks; again, again, again, and again. Elven eyes alight and aglow,She giggles into my bearded ear;“Solstice approaches, my dearest faun,The sun is low now in the sky, the fr...