Latest version--

Water-Lily Pond

Boy, join us in the water-lily pond;
our pale blossoms reflect our cheeks,
our breasts, as our arms reach out for you.

Boy, do not hesitate -- you cup your hand,
you kneel to drink, you lean out,
to taste our cool water;

the tendrils of our lilies reach deep,
and our dark passions run deeper still.
We open our arms and our mouths to you.

We sense you have journeyed far;
let us soothe you, ease your aches
and your fears, caress your muscles

show you passion truly luscious.
Boy, slide into your watery future.

Christopher T. George

Hylas and the Nymphs by J. W. Waterhouse (1896)

Making Myth Real: Hylas and the Nymphs


Original version--

Water-Lily Pond

Boy, join us in the water-lily pond;
the pale blossoms reflect our cheeks,
our breasts, as our arms reach out to you.

Boy, do not hold back -- you cup your hand,
you kneel to drink, to fill your earthware urn,
within inches of the cool water;

the tendrils of the lilies reach deep,
and our dark passions run deeper still.
We open our arms and our mouths to you.

Christopher T. George