The Faerie Princess
by Eddie Woods
(illustrated version http://www.lucsala.nl/arte/kunstedw/fairiep.html)
Once
upon a future time,
Before
the serpents were,
There
lived a faerie princess;
Perchance
you've dreamed of her.
With
hair so long and golden
And
eyes so bright and blue,
With
lips so full and tender
And
lovely titties, too,
She
romped about the woodlands
From
summer through till spring
While
all the roving satyrs
Did
paeans to her sing.
“O,
sweet and shapely damsel,”
They
sang out one and all,
“Your beauty
has enthralled us,
We're
at your beck and call.
“You
are the only female
Within
our fragrant land,
Without
your bod to cheer us
We'd
be a sorry band.”
“You
need not fear, my lovers,”
She
answered with delight,
“I'm
yours to screw forever,
From morning until night.
“My
body never ages,
I have
eternal youth;
And
since I love you truly,
You
never seem uncouth.
“I'll
fuck a thousand satyrs
And
still stay fresh and young;
Indeed,
I grow in beauty
The
better you are hung.”
And
thus she kept them happy
In
myriads of ways,
With
mouth and quim and buttocks
She
gave them endless lays.
They
sucked upon her pussy
And
frolicked with her ass,
Then passed her to the next one:
She
never thought them crass.
Alas,
one dismal autumn,
When clouds
had drifted low,
Spirits
in the howling wind
Warned that she must go.
For
dreaded Man was coming,
The beast who worshipped Thought.
“If
you stay,” the spirits said,
“You
surely will be caught
“Within
their web of thinking,
A bane
you need not know;
They'll
use you quite like chattel
And
take your soul in tow.
“They
will not love your body
The
way the satyrs do,
Instead
they will enslave you
And
treat you like a shrew.
“Their
fucking is much different
Than
anything you've known,
It
borders on the brutal
And
has an evil tone.
“With
them the brain is foremost
And
sex must serve a plan:
To
reinforce a species,
The myth that's known as
“But
are there none with wisdom,”
The
princess sought to know,
“Who
understand that Heaven
Resides
in Nature's show? “
“A few
there are among them,”
The
spirits answered her,
“Within
whose hearts a longing
Eventually
must stir,
“A
secret love of Nature,
A
pining for the Source;
And
these brave men will seek you,
But
only in due course,
“Far
beyond the fringes
Of all
that Thought calls real,
Where
thinking is unheard of
And
Truth is what you feel.
“But
most will prove too restless,
They'll
scorch this paradise
And
render it a wasteland
Unfit
for even lice.”
The
satyrs were unhappy,
Yet
bid her fair adieu;
For
now that Man was coming
`Twas clear what they must do.
“Just
now we cannot follow,”
Cried
out their single voice;
“We'll
make Man's coming bitter,
On
Earth he'll not rejoice.
“But
in your newfound haven
Do
plant the loving seed
So that
we may rejoin you
And
serve your every need.
“This
land we will abandon
To
those who trust in Thought
And
have all but forgotten
What e'en their Ancients taught.
“They
hold that Lust is evil
And
Reason is supreme,
And by
their very thinking
They
make things what they seem.
“Farewell,
seductive princess,
We
wish you best of luck;
Heaven
knows what we shall do
Without your quim to fuck.”
“Play
awhile among yourselves,”
She
counseled wise and true,
“Even
you have much to learn
About
what Love can do.
“If
sucking cocks is joyous
For
little girls like me,
You,
too, will find it tasty
To
fall upon the knee
“And
take your brother's member
Between
those hungry lips
That
often sought their pleasure
Below my willing hips.
“Forsooth,
my strong, young satyrs,
We
soon shall meet again;
But
now I must be going
To the realm of Not-Yet-When.”
And so
in silken shadows,
Past
meadows made of dream,
Off
she sailed to Fantasy
Upon a sperm-white stream.
Her
boat was made of flowers,
The
oarsman was the wind;
She
lay back in her bower
And sensed that God was kind.
This
God she knew was cosmic,
A
mighty Lover, He,
Uniting
every moment
With th' universal She.
All
life was one Orgasm,
A
never-ending Fuck,
And
those who felt this deeply
Would never want for luck.
The
Answer is Surrender,
The
Flow of Life is free;
Give
in to Mother Nature
And
trust in what must be.
Thus
reveling in wonder,
Our
princess said a prayer
By
offering her body
To spirits in the air.
One
hand beguiled her pussy,
Another
stroked her breast;
So
gently masturbating
She
drifted toward her quest.
The
day was warm and sultry,
The
sun was rife with Love;
She
spread her legs divinely
And blest the sky above.
As
sunspots bright and randy
Did
play about her toes,
She
felt her being climax
And melt
within its throes.
The
passing forest twinkled,
The
trees sang out with joy,
Fishes
danced with sparrows:
The
world was Nature's toy.
At
last when night had fallen,
With
moonlight spreading cheer,
Her
vessel found a harbor
That
beckoned her come near.
“This
way, sweet Faerie Princess,”
Called
damsels from the shore,
“Our
queen awaits your coming,
A
festival's in store.”
These
naked little ladies,
Each
one a fairy, too,
Led
her deep within the woods,
A thicket strange and new.
The
trees all hung with gumdrops,
Their
branches dripped with wine,
While
sprightly little chipmunks
Ate
candies off the vine.
At
last there came a clearing
Where,
stretched upon her throne,
A
lovely queen was swooning;
The
princess heard her moan.
Around
her naked sweetness
Swarmed
fairies, also nude;
The
scene was so enchanting,
She
fain would not intrude.
Two
lassies stroked her titties,
Another
ate her quim,
Others
played about her bum,
Which was so neat and trim.
The
queen, of course, responded
With kisses
of her own;
So
many cunts she fondled,
She
left not one alone.
While
viewing this fine orgy
Our
princess got all hot;
She
started masturbating
Right
there upon the spot.
And
then a feline creature,
A
lusty cat, for sure,
Pussyfooted
from the woods
In
hopes that he could lure
Fairies
to partake of him,
As many gladly did.
Soon
other beasts, all gentle,
Sprang
out from where they'd hid
To
frolic with the wood nymphs
In any
way they would;
Even
birds joined in the fun
And
did the best they could.
Till
dawn the glade was ringing
With
sexual delight;
The
trees felt glad beholding
This wondrous pagan sight.
When
morning came, all sleepy,
The
queen took to her bed
The
dazzled faerie princess,
Now
giddy in the head.
“Here
you'll learn the other half,”
She
whispered in her ear,
“Of
what you told the satyrs
They
need not ever fear.
“Here
females are in excess
And
but for winsome beasts
Enjoy their own fine bodies
In splendid Sapphic feasts.
“Anon,
when all the satyrs
Have
come to understand
The beauty
of their maleness,
They'll
join us in this land.
“And
then we, all together,
With
flourish and great glee,
Will
build a king-and-queendom
Of Sexu'l Anarchy!”
In
good time all the satyrs
Did join this merry host.
“We
see them,” cried the fairies,
“They're
sailing up the coast.”
“We're
here,” called out the horned ones
Whilst
bounding to the shore.
“Let's
fuck until we're finished,
Then
still come back for more.”
And
till this day they're living
Where
Love yet reigns supreme
And no
one thinks it evil
To revel in such Dream.
But
maybe you are wond'ring
When Man can go there, too.
We
know of one who's done it:
Dear
Reader, it is You.
©
Eddie Woods 1994, 2004