In the woods, strolling, just after dawn,
She encounters a satyr… or faun…
Those big eyes, and the hooves,
The cute horns, how he moves…
What a guy! God, she’d fuck him… if shorn!
Tag: satyr
Unfair competition
In a glade in a forest, a dryad,
A young human girl and a naiad
Made love to a satyr;
The girl told me later
He did it much better than I had!
Satyricon
Horned and hooved, with a long shaggy coat;
A man’s torso, hind parts of a goat!
Being fucked by a satyr …
Not good, but worse, later,
That rank, slimy prick down her throat!
Pan
In the woods, if they bumped into Pan,
Village girls took one look, screamed and ran!
Later, sleepless at night,
They still thrilled at the sight
Of his prick, double that of a man!
Can't get it down
The gods fashioned the wood nymph to cater
For sexual needs in the satyr;
That creature, the faun,
Roots from dusk until dawn,
Rests a while, and then roots some more later!
Arcadian interlude
The nymph fled from the goatish god, Pan,
His prick thick as the arm of a man,
But the randy old satyr,
Determined to mate her,
Grew harder, the harder she ran.