Sweet perfume fills the air,

As we walk to the lake in love's glory.

Her hair a cascade of pale bronze,

The sun shines from her,

And tells a story,

Of why my sweetheart drew my heart in her's,

Given and never sorry.

Face aglow with internal beauty,

Loving her an easy duty.

Leah strolls along,

Unbeknowst to herself, a prize richer than pirates beauty.

Removing clothes to swim in grace,

Her female charms as rousing as her face.

She wonders why I cannot move or breathe,

For a second I am overhwhelmed by her sensous grace.

A smile of sharing, mischief joy comes to her lips,

As she dives in water sparkling like neon lace.

Diving down and just under surface

I can see her body reflecting merest trace...

To hear this spoken by a man enchanted, touch this but once