Skyclad, I run through the sacred grove
following fairies whispering laughter.
Dew falls on naked flesh
A chill runs through the night air
Moonlight madness enters me
as I twirl among the twisting trees.
Enchanted by my own charms
I fall upon the mossy forest floor
His wet wood enters me
Deeper than I ever imagined
As I worship among the trees all night
Originally published September 2006 - "Divine"