#nymph poems

[just-a-forest-nymph]

✨Welcome to the Forest of my Unsavory Dreams✨

First things first…

MINORS BE GONE FROM THIS FOREST OF DEBAUCHERY!! 🧙‍♀️

(Seriously… go away. The contents of this blog is not for you) This is a 18+ blog. If minors interact they will be blocked. Same goes for blogs that have no age in bio or pinned.

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You guys can call me Lulu or Nymph!🧚🏻‍♀️

A Little Bit About Me:

I am a 24y straight female (bday: Nov. 10)✨

I am a plus size girl, so if that’s your thing, welcome! If not, that’s okay.. bye.

I’m an artist, so I miiight post some art stuff too. I love to create things! I am also a big reader (smut and normal people books) I am slightly introverted and shy, so I 95% won’t message you first. I enjoy Greek Mythology and Folklore of all kinds! I also LOVE & have tattoos. One of my biggest goals in life is to become a tattoo artist.

All of my own art is tagged with #lulus art

All lewds are tagged with #nymph pics

All my written scenarios are tagged #my unsavory dreams

All short thoughts/random posts are tagged #forest nymph thoughts and/or #needy nymph

All of my poetry is tagged #nymph poems

All dom type thoughts I have are tagged #dom thoughts from a sub

All (most) of my primal kink stuff is tagged #prey coded

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This Blog’s Purpose & Expectations:

This is a place for me to explore and fantasize safely. A place to share all my dark desires and sensual thoughts.

Consent is important and implied in all posts!

All sizes, races, ethnicities, genders, and sexualities are welcome! (No hate or you’ll be blocked)

🕯️I have asks, submissions & anons open. Feel free to use them!

DM’s are limited to Mutuals only for the time being. Some of y’all can’t act right... and the creep vibes are severe. Do not send me unsolicited dick pics. I have the right to be treated as a person with feelings. I have a right to say no and control who I speak to and when, if ever. If this boundary can’t be respected, don’t follow or interact please. You will be blocked if you ignore.

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My Kinks:

Bd/sm, Brat, Sub, Shibari, CNC, Somno, Spit, Light Degradation, Praise, Free Use, Rough, Forced Orgasm, Exhibitionist, Overstimulation, Edging, Primal (prey), Pain Stimulation, Knife Play, Breeding (w/o pregnancy), Sex in the Woods, Being Manhandled, Soft Anal, Breath Play(light) & Worship

My No-Go’s:

Forced/Rough Anal, Actual Physical Violence, Slave, Actual Dubious Consent, Age-play, Puppy-play, Feeder/Gainer, Scat/Piss, Rape Fantasy/play, Pedo & Animals (hate that the last 2 even have to be said)

(I’ll add more as I find them out!)

I look forward to exploring & conversing with you all!

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( I have had a few people dming asking for my cashapp... I don't mind if someone wants to send me something BUT I don't expect you to. I will never beg for money! This link is for those that have/will ask❤️💋 a nymphs lil coin purse to buy something pretty )

Taken Anon Emojis:

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[bambiali]

[gorextoy]

bike rides and prancing in the field, barefoot in sundresses and blue jean shorts. holding his big fingers, as he guides me to the prettiest lilies he’d entwine within my heatless curls he helped put into my hair the night before. a girl can only dream ༗࿇𓇢𓆸

[sarahsinferno]

Spirit Guide

oh, how tender you are in your journey,

how sharp the sting of every wrong turn,

when the path ahead seems endless,

and the light is just a distant glimmer.

each misstep a lesson,

each uncertainty a shadow

that dances in the flicker of your hope.

let me offer you a thread of comfort,

a gentle whisper from the vast unknown,

that even in your confusion,

you are not lost, only learning,

not broken, only becoming.

S.T. 2024

1st painting- fountain of love by Tsanya

2nd painting- the sensitive plant by Frank Bernard Dicksee

3rd painting- midsummer night fairy by John Atkinson Grimshaw

[hamoodmood]

[dreamie-dolli]

𝜗୧ my pussy tastes like pepsi cola 𝜗୧

[angeleternity]

♡🪽

[callhergod]

Nature and Women are one in the same. Gazed upon by men, ruined with their grasp.

[ness-rangel]

[lolitalucia]

[just-a-forest-nymph]

Visit me in your dreams

Hear my words in whispers through the trees. In the wind. On the ocean breeze.

Allow my sap like sweetness to coat your tongue from mere remembrance gone unseen.

Think of me at dawn, dusk, and in the in between.

Let me reverberate in your mind until you can’t think of anything else but me.

Let my moans become your favorite song.

Play me often. On a loop. When you can’t sleep.

Make me your home. Where you laugh. Where you weep.

-a short poem from a needy nymph

[bambiali]

[sweetsweetperil]

A lace and ribbon noose,

A much more delicate knot to break loose

Around fragile, delicate hands

Of a baby, yet to bloom

[lovelettersfromdoll]

[destinedjourneyofwords]

Stellar skies, her turquoise eyes Reflecting the glass surface, where moonlight lies When I see her, she seems to be my lover Carrying everything deep inside, like an uncharted river For I am ready to immerse myself, to dive Each wave draws us closer, our hearts beating in time We made a bewitching crossover, like two stars intentionally collide I was happily hypnotized, as our love began to synchronize Albatrosses would sing a song, wishing us to string along But I can only give her mother-of-pearl shells, for she's already teeming with treasures My feet stumble slowly, as she drifts away from me I whisper, "Take me across the surface of the horizon, where our love can be alive,can be attainable and safe" Sand grains caress as I lay, my heart frozen in time She carried our sweet souvenirs away, leaving me with this hollow rhyme She is an ocean, and I'm just a shore Forever our love is forbidden, a secret we can't explore

Pictures : The Nymphs 2 by Voltairis and A pearl of an idea by Whiteflash, Pinterest

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Arthur Prince Spear Sunrise Water Nypmhs, 1920

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when we are old & our hearts have beat within us, let us go back, & when we have buried our loves, & shed our bodies piece by piece, & when we have danced & broken our shoes, & danced, let us go back, when we have gone mad, & when we have shut the doors, dismantled our eyes & rifles, let us go back, when we have drunk the wine & licked our lips & put our tongues to the inside of the green glass bottle & laid down our bodies old as trees, streets, let us go back, when we have told our stories & forgotten our stories, & set the tables & made the beds, let us go back, & received other bodies into our bodies, let us go, when we have entered, & opened, & opened our mouths, let us go back, […] when the poem has been sung, when the strings & tambourines, when all the birds have gathered at the window, let us go, let us go back there, let us go back —Aracelis Girmay, from “Litany,” Teeth (Curbstone Press, 2007)