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.