The Perfect Lass
While roaming through the countryside
On a warm bright summers day
I looked for a place to rest my head
In some shade where I could lay
I stretched out by the forest edge
Next to a lovely pond
Determined to catch my forty winks
A pastime of which I am fond
At first, I thought I must be dreaming
For opposite me was a glade
My eyes grew heavy until I saw
Appear the most beautiful maid
Her hair was long and fiery red
Her eyes were a mystic blue
Her skin was tan from the summer sun
I watched, as you would too
She timidly walked to the water’s edge
Touching the surface to see
How the water felt, then she looked around
But a bush lay between her and me
So I remained hidden from sight
Though I could see quite well
I know it was a sin to watch, but
She was worth the risk of Hell
She stood by a small mulberry tree
And there she began to undress
When I recall the things that I saw
It still makes me catch my breath
Beneath her peasant blouse of white
A laced up camisole
Gently cradling the orbs she possessed
Trying to contain it all
Hanging her blouse, she slipped off her skirt
That had covered her, waist to the ground
Exposing her from feet to her hips
No better legs could be found
There, no longer hidden beneath
Almost making me gasp out loud
Were her panties, shining white as the snow
And I am sure as soft as a cloud
Then one by one, the lace was undone
‘Til the orbs were released to the world
Still hidden from my eager sight
By her red cascading curls
I am just a bard and a simple man
And it is ungentlemanly to pant
But if you think I did not react
You should have seen my pants
Next she slipped those beautiful panties
Down and over her feet
And I swear I heard the whole forest gasp
At such a Heavenly treat
She slowly waded into the water
Pulling her hair behind
Showing to the world areolas and nipples
I almost lost my mind
Finishing up her cleansing bath
She walked out onto the shore
Seeing smiling ass from this perfect lass
I could not wait any more
Her lady in waiting called out her name
Bringing a blanket for cover
Taking her and her clothes away
There was nothing left to discover
As I walked into town feeling guilt
With a heavy heart full of shame
Every man I met had pants that were wet
And I knew what was to blame.
Submitted: June 18, 2022
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willnorman
Delightful and fun.
Sat, June 18th, 2022 10:59amAuthor
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Thank you.
Sat, June 18th, 2022 4:28am