Sylvan Mistress clad in green

Silver and verdant standing upon the sea

With eyes that immolate resistance

Supple toothsome lips

And thin teal hair under a proud vestal crown

The sapphire steppes converge upon her breast

As she lets me touch Her like a God would touch Her

Her skin preternaturally green. Eyes that stare

The strength of Her long athletic legs overpowering mine

Wooden fingernails perch into my arms leaving a sharp rasp

Her naked wrists branching from my shoulders

Our lucubration leaving Her ever powerful

And I bottled up in a jade glass jar

Resting upon Her thigh as She wanders the woodlands

Alone