innocence surrenders
to wanton lusts
she has denied for ever
inflamed by carnal thoughts
she falls into
the arms of the salacious Pan
and lies on his forest bed
offering the god her gift
to the chants of envious satyrs
she trembles at the touch
of his sinful
tongue on her naked thighs
and she screams at every thrust
begging the goat
for more until her greed is done
sated she rises to the skies
and she fills our world
once more with her pristine light
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem