A water gnome, faun thing
exists
independently of what you think,
this haunting of a liquid man
persists.
Merrily desire, then caught in mire,
he heavily
desists.
Since the price of vice
is much too dire,
or so he earnestly
insists.
The coy one,
ever will he thus remain
until the day
when someone lewd
will share some fluid
across the mucous membrane.