his flustered face as I pranced around the forest with my bre asts out and bouncing in the dark, damp wind of the forest: dark green tranced around us and a meekish boy-like smile on his face as he'd grasp my brea sts with his hands and stare at me with his earth-brown eyes, smiles in his eyes and with his eyes, the smell of the forest as I skip and bounce him deeper into this isolated place: wind, breeze, grass rustling and howling: birds leap around us in song, and I let my breas ts dance among the mints, junipers and pines: he laughs and bashfully turns red, wandering along with me in the peace and isolation of the dim, green, and resting forest: my kind of afternoon, all I can think is what a man I prance with, I spin with — near the end of our dance among the woods, he sighs that sigh again: that sigh of satisfaction, of happiness, of love: breathing love into the air around we, the air we breathing of love life boosting: I stoop into the chapel, getting on my knees in the middle of the floor, thanking the maker of Theotokos for this wonderful life and daily mind for we get: have, him, in me, with me: inside me — a smile and a lily pad and an African nymph and a Germanic druid
